Paradise

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness –
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

"How sweet is mortal Sovranty!" – think some:
Others – "How blest the Paradise to come!"
Ah, take the Cash in hand and wave the Rest
Oh, the brave Music of a distant Drum!

Look to the Rose that blows about us – "Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."



Credits
Writer(s): Afsoon Elmy, Alan John Boorman
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