Saturday, September 6, 2008

Answer to poem of 1923

The highest inspiration,
Beloved so true,
The only consolation,
My 'Daya', are you

If e'er there is a pleasure
Searched the world thro'
If e'er there is a treasure,
My 'Daya', 'tis you.

And now that life be over,
Naught care I to do,
but fly from earthly cover,
My 'Daya', to you.

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