def poetry jam

softly now the light of day
i think it just splendid
in all things not spoken of
and how could you dream of meeting
when the wind works against us in the dark
the sun is up
beside a stricken field
there were three in the meadow by the brook
green afternoon serene and bright
there are three ways in which men take
i love the old melodious lays
melancholy days have come
by the rude bridge