(2001)
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There’s something creeping in the… A rustling in the pitch, Perhaps it be an angry wraith or e… O’ I dread to know of which! There’s something stirring in the…
Betwixt earth and sun the darkness… As each day I’ve loved you so, But thro’ right or wrong my love g… For thus does true love flow. Betwixt the night and day lies my…
Come creeping did he, as death awo… Upon this Sabbath day at the midn… And beside her bed did the dark fo… To take my lover by the hand! So angelic was she, this I tearfu…
‘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…
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—
Breaching silence worries glean Upon mine nerves as thus they lean From realms beyond that are unseen… As nightfall lingers nigh. Why beget to me this last concern,
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
I’ve heard the music of the piper From where the faeries roam, For it carries thro’ the woodlands That stand behind my home. So when the moon alights my caseme…
He returned home from the war, but… For he returns to the war that he… He keeps in silence the torments t… As they are tethered to the deeds… He returned home from the war, but…
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…
Vaporous forms adrift through cold… Are remnants of passing that in th… And I’ve felt the touch that this… While wandering about in haunted p… Disembodied voices resounding in e…
Swords are raised and battles foug… Thus poets live beyond the grave, For there are warriors who are poe… Tho’ not to pen a stave. There are poets of the battles fou…
I shan’t e’er embroil my mind with… Or conflict my soul with doubt, When I’ve applied myself whole-he… In result to end in rout; Thus unto my thoughts I dwell dee…
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
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…