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A night so unfair, If only I could be as calm as you--
Resting softly upon my cherished thought,
Listening for the gently rising breath,
Subtle footstep upon my chilled wood floor,
Like the thawing air the summer hath brought.
Eyes so dreary at their straining hour,
Purely misted in the descending dark,
Wishing for the dreaming tower,
Where only the spirit can mark--
Yet--still awakened.
Lying upon my rippled sheets of linen,
To let my mind drift near and far,
For ever leaving sense and matter,
To watch the constant evening star,
Though wanting never to awake from this dear haze,
Or remain attached for ever to this tender night phase.
 Seraphim S A N C T I · Mon Jul 19, 2010 @ 06:47am · 0 Comments |
