Rosemary Green


it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
Of golden wave, as when seen
The crest rising as dawn may be
Calling ascending day, Rosemary Green
She weaves, in deep memory
A thread of gold, she saw it
Others saw a blinding bow
Of what might be, Of what might be
She knew not, but did duly fit
Stitching and tearing above and below
The song that ordered the sea
Thinking not but to keep thought
Busy, await arising from is, ought
She be as clever as true Penelope--
As dear as one for whom Troy was fought?

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