Too see again Saint Elmos's fire
prance and dance on moonlit wings
See clouds aboil in starry skies
as sleep oercomes my tired eyes
and Morpheus turns all to dreams
To waken now so many turns
Away and past what somehow seems
Unreal as Elmo's fire burns
so cold in rushing ignored winds
Of memories returned
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