O! Sleep on, gentle soul of heroic pen
how mighty then
that your thirsty thoughts moved mountain
of rhaspody, enchanting the invocation
of stratfford dust sinking altercation
a messenger of fate to mine mind enchain
winter-sum caccassia, ever like christ
his sacrifice reknowned
till our lover earth drowned
and catatrophe of damned man feast
too, thy living moorhen crowned
And weary williams, thy fire freed vow
of little medium
casting curses upon thy pranking soul
O! Detach, damaged comedy of sermon tears
master of slavery scientific idioms
on silverless memory, when here
for none a strangeless man to care
And i will write this verse again
i will smile this teeth in feign
when me too like a discharged fure
onto there, where all souls meet to part no more
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