That hand bring Wreathe to you- wish
Save pain as take breath
Not breathe air but respire wind
Nor fragrances but breathe stench
Wish hand wave death ov'r you
Other niggle felt as wade thro memories
Fast ensue, quick, in light sudden
Warmth left to wintriness
Wish hand pull from lethal world
Bar state forgetfulness mine, my Lethe!
Can I not the shadow gleam, a hawker in shade?
Back soreness gore untouched
Wish hand to hold
-Your voice like wind that pierce without screeching,
Perhaps till heavenly joy and radiance consume soul
Yet shall not till weary path to eternity beck
Seem beam won't last a long,
Calls fear leaves but in doubt,
Where evil whispers call
Of parting day that fairs thro
Far undesirable to meet soon
Yet not mare be to see in light
-While covered eyes mourn
As tend little we made
In warmth will for demise part vileness
That tomb rises in pleasantness,
For prevail tempt enticing soul to vanities
And acquaint dark that brings stars to sparkle
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