Unheard of , my sentence with a silken unknown
In sleep , closed his silver Screaming eyes
the sentient grew , with might ... allure the wise.
Obey , My love , the sweet compulsion neither profane
with spectres Including a melodious strain.
Steps feeble ,sad returns from the day of hours behind
waste in riot , wild land cankers my burnt shrine .
yet hear this ,
my breath, You
A r e Y o u , of charm in years
To them , To her
to me
you are the mystic , a sage .
Meantime , in slumber i allow a disclose
in your raptured soul there is a depth restored .
In rosy mirth , there is wrapped a silver shade
attractiveness graced
to twain the joys of a care and shore .
a child i am
nursed
She will be the same as she
in you
For now , with the dance of your golden light
i see a star of eve in me .
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