The Proposal.

The Proposal.

(Linoleum Cut).

Whilom 'Twere a night 'tis it t'was,

or t'was ik speketh so,

lik'th no night nevere sith,

thee jetty black sky open'd nat thy curtain wide,

to pleas'th thy marry well,

from deep inside thy well shall spring'th,

to reveal thine gentillesse light,

from'st thee'st half moon wharfing above,

how can'st thou noght feel thee solempnitte air?

thy question comen'th faste,

unexpect'd she was caught unawar's,

thee flower pedal answer'd Yay,

be'st loud as it may be,

yow rhapsodic mind went ne reeling thider,

into thou galaxies far and beyond,

O' blisful tiding's O' blisful indeed.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done