• Michael Mullins
  • Michael "The Bard" Mullin
  • "The Bard of Foremass"
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    One Bower

    In the dream garden of my heart
    There is one bower set apart
    For dreams of thee, and only thee –
    Asthore machrea!
    In this dream garden there are bowers
    Where grow wild weeds and lovely flowers;
    Where shabbiness competes with grace
    For pride of place.
    But in one bower, Asthore machree! –
    One; dedicated all to thee,
    Nothing that’s not a flower fair
    As thee, is there.
    Our years of love are flowers sweet,
    Our trials, triumph, and defeat;
    Each deed, each dream of love’s a flower
    To deck that bower.
    The garden of my heart some day
    Must turn to dust, its flowers decay:
    But love lives on in heaven’s bowers –
    Such love as ours.