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Dream Recalled On Waking
...and after a many summer dies the swan
It withers slowly in thine arms
All night long amorous anthems sung
It's tears on your cheek,history of the fan
Sweet is the breath of night
with charm of earliest birds
Close over us,the silver star,thy guide
Dying embers,our only light
(scorching away mortality
Till the moon rising in clouded majesty)
But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest
Thy long tongued blood demands supplies
Honour and beauty are but dreams
Big alike with wound and dart
Like fiery dews that melt
the swan's soul into the boughs does glide
Flaming swords forbidden
They banish me from you
Remembrance of a bitter loss
Ruined love,when it's built anew
grows fairer,more strong,far greater
While glory crowns so many hatreds crest
Waking,thou wert in thy nakedness
...and after a many summer dies the swan |
In Broken Images
Grotesque fairyland-astray
With fine falling snow
this myth now melts away
Through bloody archways
it flows upstreams to see
this heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety,tahng down it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales,they sing
My withered dreams to heal
Beauty's rose should never die
My grief lies onward,joy behind
But nature calls it to be gone
So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins'black memory
What freezings have I felt
what dark days seen in sleep a kind
Mounted on the wind your bareness
comes to touch the seals
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins' black memory
For never resting time leads summer
on my heart is slain
Withing this would which iron did impress
there will a river whispering run
The very birds are mute
The dread the winter's near
Their sings,they wet my eyes
Drown my world with weeping earnestly
Too hot the eye of heaven shined
Anon,the tunnel I will find
Praise deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light,thy picture in my sight
It's held within his hands
It's grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal veils
Morning shadows wear away
How many mornings have I seen? |
Above The Edge Of Doom
Don't drink the wine,it could be blood
This torrent could be thine
Turbid water cannot glearn
Your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows drearn my thoughts
I want to deny my frown
This war starves out my faith
it naughts my peace
Weed stamps on it's guilt,it crumbles off
Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead
Find the first conseit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter thing
Doom's calling
Whatever midnight hath been here
The flames of love I cannot view
So glid my path with thine eyes
Winter's cold falling deep
Make glad seasons as thou fleets
through crystal brooks where silence heats
Winning,when I saw myself to lose
Ruined love is built anew
On thorns rose stand
Two mourning eyes thy face
Bashful dreams,my soul is fled
where late sweet birds sand
Solicit your evil minds
wandering through the morning fog
Through the grove where trees conseil the light
Through the leaves,through fallen snow
My tears on your skin
but water cools not pain
from my soul which in thy breast doth lie
(It's useless shine it may forbear,
the weeping days to chase)
Find the first conceit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter throught
Doom's calling... |
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A Charm For Sound Sleeping
My loveless eyes,they gaze on thee
They break the crystal of the sea
That smile for which my feelings sigh
This pain could teach us how to die
Your heart once left thus desolate
Must fly at least for ease to hate
So many summer flowers there
So many shadows love might share
Love's image upon earth without its wings
I feel relief when sorrows flows
My days though few have passed below
Dark tree,still sad when other's grief is fled
Grasped in the holy hands of mystery
So beautyful shine,dark eyes flashing free
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay
Let thy scattered shafts of light play
Sleep at noon with branches overground
You can't enliven dying man for
God takes back his gift
Beat the twilight into flakes of fire
Glow with the glow that slowly crimsoned au
Through all memory I found a way
I walked in throughts,today they walk in me |
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