What locks that fall like cedar bark!
What golden glowing in the dark!
What thrilling trilling of the lark!
What questions in my heart!

What angel hath descended here?
What saccharine romance endears me?
What have I but winding years
to mollify my mind and heart?

How the Dawn's rose petal fingers
that the Poet, on and on,
illustrated in his letters--
how this sunrise heats my heart!

What if I lurched over Lethe?
Would I plunge into the dark?
Would I choose forgetfulness
or offer to the flame my heart?

10/24/2022

Posted on 10/24/2022
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