Soul To Soul, Back Through Death's Veil
You've not been so dark, as dims
Of you, this appraisal.
For a world, for a time, bad, sad
"A priviledge, home, to call".
Nor so much a soul-crushing
As discourages it
Out of this fondness: " Worth each
Two-way needy embrace.
Whilst as Love's own nurturing place
You and me now merit".
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