(2001)
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Too Far from Home I once had awakened to find myself… A-drifting; O, I found myself a-d… drifting all alone! I now have awakened, as once I wa…
Ghostly lights suffuse the churchy… Old phantoms lurk nigh every stone And the night wind gusts the barre… Above this hallowed loam. There in prayer one silent sentine…
When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…
O’ the black bird this final twili… He comes this night upon stealthy… And thus to this I am fraught wit… For darkness knells; O’ whither s… Upon the ethereal wind this bird h…
Here’s to the breadth of beauty, E’er that grace’d a poet’s eye, Thus here’s to our timeless love That surpasses earth and sky! Our love doth shine everlasting,
From ages of circles many question… As yet wisdom asks, “What have we… Have we ebbed the trying tides of… Or merely better wrought an old de… From clubs and spears, rocks and s…
O’ I have found no peace in my pr… For there is no wealth in my dispa… And therefore I have found no cla… In this life, alone! I have found the darkness of despe…
‘Tis with valour those souls have… That shine the staves that bards h… Thus their honours written sound t… That onward tolls a timeless knell… As casualties chime a continuous t…
There is a wondrous road ahead of… As I’ve enlivened the road behind… I’ve the stars and the moon above… And yet my presence of mind; Thus I’ll keep my thoughts feral…
Through dark seasons past I’ve po… And there I’ve seen tomorrow, For life is a continuous turn of t… Tragedy, and sorrow. O’ the tempest winds of time does…
This reflected face I see could n… O’ I wish this not to be, But this mirrored spirit of wasted… Is looking back at me. Alas has come this image stark—
Oh, dark, but museful spirit! Thy very essence tasks me cruel, As thy lamentations yet emanate Like ripples in a pool: Thy voice is clear upon mine ear,
Love hath touched me sated so, Lingered by a kiss, Thus the blesséd of each night Brings promise unto this; And yet she keeps amid the mist
By the wind of a nor’easter gale A ragged ship and crew set sail Upon the everlasting. Each plank be rotted aft to fore, Thus too each soul the pity more
Weary grey has dimmed the day, Woe as thus to come my way And laden lay upon my mind, Its dark distracting sorrows! Grey this day may thus convey