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Gate of Waking
Who should console my soul forlorn
When traces linger of your grace?
When wake I to a des'late morn
And left so pining your embrace?
With blear of eyes, your visage fades
As sleep abandons me anon.
Your form receding to the shades,
And lo! I blink and you are gone!
No truer love was there for me
Than love that was your gentle heart.
And by our Garden's sanctity
I vowed that we shall never part!
My eyes accursed to open so,
And you not crossing past the gate.
To where your essence cannot go,
To where I suffer well as wake!
Oh, that I may pluck out my eyes
As bribe to him who guards all rest!
And all the world of waking dies
As gain to me who gains you best!
And never shall I see you weep
Amongst our Garden's deathless blooms
No eyes to ever wake my sleep,
No gate to part us ever soon.
Copyright ©
Sephus Zulueta
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