To Katie

Inspired by Keats, written as a b-day gift.

For gentle glory of eternal souls
As I search for rhymes around the knolls,
Your delight begins as you wake from sleep,
Upon this day born of love so deep,
Where the Craftsman pulled you from the folds.
This is your birthday, Katie, and I rejoice
That though this day passes smoothly by
With faint heard whispers of joyful noise
For though the world may not see thine eye
Tis in heaven where is heard great voice
For tis God not man that bid your spirit fly.