Captain Cur Poems

In the Songbook of My Heart
The greening of my soul
Where do words survive
Where do words unfold
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Grandest creature marble white
rearing proudly in thy time
the clouds above Olympia
thunder with thy stride;
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Aoide, long hast thou suffered in thine art,
my love attests to unseen pleasing's that thou brings
thy mortal host, though immortal be thy heart!
Aroused by song remove thy shroud and sing
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Aoide,
Daughter of gods! Muse of men!
For my mortality shed not a tear
though on thy ruins I lie in great despair,
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With whom do I stand at this vexing hour 
heeding thy council or those of lesser men?  
May I once speak thy true name, Catherine,  
formidable as thy northern tower
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In this subtle light the lakes and streams entwining
shadows sparring round the moon, a single beam is cast
upon these ruins, ancient songs of men enshrining,
echoes sounding from the hills of all thy lovers past;
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What words dwell in glorious realms unseen
mystical prayers or the soul's imaginings.
I do not pretend to what I cannot know
yet I thrive in their ever present glow
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If to this page these words of love are chained,
who will loose the bonds or visit that sweet
dungeon where shines the lamp of loveliness
and undo the gag of a voice constrained?
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Whom do these letters of love accuse
that stabs my heart with vitriol unfair,
have I once again misunderstood the muse
and reached for heights I never should have dared.
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Hell bent on retracing paths to former glory 
enterprising adventures await my return. 
Lady, loquacious in your speech, my heart employs 
libelous methods. My feelings deign to deserve 
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