23 April 1616
Across these yester years, your words endure,
Blessed and cursed by inference,
Both mashed and savoured in the many mouths of strangers.
Blessed and cursed by inference,
Both mashed and savoured in the many mouths of strangers.
Twas upon your will that
Light took on a scent,
Perfumes sang,
Love's lament coloured the air.
Light took on a scent,
Perfumes sang,
Love's lament coloured the air.
Giveth unto yester years to come
a confidence to innovate,
sleepeth on the soft pillow of eternity.
a confidence to innovate,
sleepeth on the soft pillow of eternity.
