Routhe (compassion)

[Delta40]

Myght kynde kistes
kepe hym testif
wan the spedde lyf
that kan noot pees
han seyn sooth
teern to gobets
til a foweles songe
ledes to mynde
a loothly merk

(in other words)

Might nature’s kisses
keep him headstrong
when the hurried life
that knows not peace
has seen truth
torn to pieces
till a birds song
brings to mind
a hideous image



(ok, ok so I think line 4 reflects the full meaning of peace of mind!!!)

[Hawkman]

Very nice, and in Middle English too. Excellent.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I admire this, in each of its manifestations.

[Delta40]

thanks. I played around with words for a while, kneading them into some unknown shape...I wonder what they mean!