Wooed of a night-fog.
Numbly, serenely
Yielded to. Who's embrace is
Balm, to one sulky.
I'm that tranced victim
Of a lustful hour!
But no damned soul! Who, roaming
A wakeful dream-space
Come by, faceless, the one face
World-woes devour.
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