Betrothal
Swoon now, enraptured Melancholy,
Betroth these heavy hours-
Wield thy sceptred dulcetude
O'er my soul's mist-sighing bowers!
For there yet weep unwearied ghosts,
And hungring hopes of weighted dream,
Of the unsolaced heart long shorn of dawn
That no yearning can e'er redeem...
Copyright © Michaelis Grogan | Year Posted 2022
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