Oh! My sweetest love my aching eyes have not slept these two nights past
Me dreaming of your deep delicious eyes.
And so my youth like mystic, rapturous, lies
Those hours of love and Hope have spread their wings vast
Me fearful formless future of love overcast,
The vision of earth not meeting ever skies
Where dismal starlight with deep darkness vies,
That bodes of death and severance at the last.
So manhood lies upon his anguished couch
'Neath Love the pale Destroyer's brooding wings,
Mingling high ecstasies with dreams of Death.
Dim Fear and tortured Pity by him crouch,
And wild regret her hands in anguish wrings,
And frantic Desolation gasps for breath.
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