That thing of deliverance
Most completely opened;
On darkness seemed lost;
Through said words bent
And on top of infinity
So assuredly exalted; in
Days so fallen from thy
Eye and mind; honored was
That thing of understanding
But yet hidden from world;
Only thought was seeking;
Life was so very random;
Upon insecurity and cloud
Lived, in most nakedness;
Hear that calling of past
That time of hope; yet it
Is so very long perished
So very eternally dead;
At least in frigid soul
And shattered heart passed!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
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