Long lost is love, yet how I pine for him
Whose song could charm een Hades troubled heart.
I, heaven bound on some celestial whim,
Did him depart to mourn with naught but art.
How close we came to one another's arms
When one swift glance destroyed my fragile hope;
Resigned me to the dead in clinging swarms,
Despair of which comes not in living scope.
And so I wait for fate to run its race,
For three dark shades to break a slender thread.
The day yet comes when I shall see his face
And we together ghostly Fields may tread.
Though some may say this hope I ought to tame,
My heart thrives ont, and so I show no shame.














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