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Few Days More
Few days more my dreams need to come true, In that heart me to kindle a candle The conurbation of lovers’ to locate And to renovate the ruins of past And to patch up with a friend much annoy’d Few days I need, few days more I need. To heal the wound of love deep and down To raise the pennon of pain so high To make the wind pleasant and saccharine To glide the kite of hope up in Blue To make every troubl’d eye to gaze at it Few days I need, few days more I need. To cut a gate through that steel of hatr’d Negligence, ignorance and the race To let the air overtake the barb’d line To make the earth a place universal With no country, coinage and congress Few days I need, few days more I need. To make my beloved to touch the peaks Of my platonic love so untaint’d To make her heart soft, tranquil and calm To discover listening the grief on beats Battered down by nay but native sob Few days I need, few days more I need. To make a Brooke to sing not from book But from the half dead voice of the poets The verses they compose from broken beats Nay with steel Nibs, but by the rib’s edge To make the mass to pick up the ache Few days I need, few days more I need.
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