Wistful Heart
Had I not gotten into your chasm
The blissful fancy of mine would be-
Would be the gentle sailing by the kingdom sea
Rather I'd see the shadow of hyacinth be phantasm
Or rather I'd choose to blind my sight
And see starry soul be day or be night
And would burn my wistful heart more or less
Than to be seen burning your throng of loveliness
I called you in there,there a tapping ivories
Imbibing the mead and sipping berries
For how merrily the throstle sings by-
And how the rustling wind sync well-nigh
These dream within the pulp of Oleandear
It get be adornment of mine own thought
The springest bulb into falls and naught
This with a swore of two life's; my dear
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