Oh let my soul flee
To the purple mountains
Where poetry breathes—
Where dawn's shadows
Move silently with the sun.
Let my eyes feast on
Dew drops and Scottish broom
With its golden bloom.
Let the fresh scent of conifers
Satiate and restore my soul
As it soars with the wayward wind
Where verses resplendent
And timeless intertwine
With the glorious divine.
Connie Marcum Wong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-my-soul-flee/
