Terry, a wise poet with a fresh mind that produces nice and strong works. if we go deeply through his poems we will understand lots of fresh and new meanings of the life those Terry draws them in the best way. the great poems those must be embraced with all of us here. also, there is much truth in your work dear Terry. My best wishes and regards Dear Terry. Ellias.
I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
Under the roses I hid my heart.
Why would it sleep not? why should it start,
When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?
What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
Only the song of a secret bird.
Lie still, I said, for the wind's wing closes,
And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dart;
Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,
And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art.
Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound smart?
Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?
What bids the lips of thy sleep dispart?
Only the song of a secret bird.
The green land's name that a charm encloses,
It never was writ in the traveller's chart,
And sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is,
It never was sold in the merchant's mart.
The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart,
And sleep's are the tunes in its tree-tops heard;
No hound's note wakens the wildwood hart,
Only the song of a secret bird.
<i>ENVOI</i>
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Clearly Terry is a poetry Messiah sent here to teach us mere mortals how to throw a poem together! Incredible, intelligent, humble rhymes of distinction. How is it that Terry O'Leary is not a household name? !