[Poem] The Hero

by Paul Reveere

Never is too soon to flowers’ blossom

To bloom well deep inside the Hero’s bosom;

Nay is far too late his fate anew

Which is to pertain what he lost and still

Until his end of Life pursuits anon.

To find his love, and love everichon.

Fewer but are Moon’s so pale beams

To cast upon Mankind Her gentle gleams.

Nay be said a word; nay need be spoken

Whan Sun Almighty’s glows as iron molten

All through surface and deep illuminate

The Hero’s core – before it is too late.