Ten hundred lines of diction quaint
Clever couplets end the verse and still
I lose you to the day…
Shackled by rays of sun and bound
By daylight’s wicked spell my dream
Bleeds into the morning…
Yet after dusk when fires die and
Maidens fair have spun the stars
To blankets for my darling
I shall venture forth into the darkness
And fly among the comets wild
To steal a kiss from her
Then as again the day returns she
Sheds a tear which I do catch
And hold until the evening
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