Secret Dreams- a Poe Patchwork Poem
...Whose heart-strings are a lute
embalmed in their echoing songs!
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute
at midnight, in the month of June.
A mystery, and a dream,
perchance is woven in thy sleep;...
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oversprinkle, introspectionme, me, poems, stars,
Form: Rhyme