Begin to Glow

Everywhere in fragrant France the ivy grows.

Everywhere on stone white walls there is a rose.

And all her gardens can be walked between her low growth rows.

And all the while her dream springs from a serpent round her toes.

Is it her boat? Too grand to tow?

Her wandering travelers weariness begins to show.

As she sings for love in a cage she does not know,

Take me love! Please begin to row!

Please take this love and let these shallow walls begin to glow.”

(ode to France)


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