Thistle Down

By Ethel

Retrospect

She sleeps...and lulls,
Remembrances of the past.
And lives again those years,
When she was in elegance cast.

She lingers...near,
And in men's minds.
She leaves those yesterdays,
Within a heritage that binds.

She waits...her turn,
To count immortal souls.
Having been a cause for good,
Among celestial goals.

She clasps...the hands,
Of changing-times embrace.
And relinquishes her rights,
For white bricks in her place.

She seals...her reign,
Where timeless vision sees.
And from the halls of years,
She stirs our memories.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


LaRue Miller collection - Royal Vienna

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