Dream

Can show me thou, that haunted vale!? 
My dreamy rainbow where withdrew
Where midst of caverns numberless:
The beauty mourns and so does thou! 
While Truth was roving all alone 
In hoary grass in hoary snow 

In forlorn meadow thus I saw
The clouds, the mist and loneliness
I saw the corpses wrapped in shrouds 
The palish face The souls distress
Oh come out from my dreamy eyes
Ye dreary phantoms numberless

Ye memories of my bygone days 
Not woke me from this beauty sleep
Let carry me the shades of mirth
In Downy ocean s fathom deep
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June 14, 2023 at 2:51 PM
This could be the Titanic, a trip for the dead, hoping for pastures new, denied in death.
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