The Spring And Night Have Covered Dales…
The spring and night have covered dales,
The soul escapes to sleepless darkness,
And it can hear clear hails
Big Of other life, detached and harmless.
Unearthly life, serene and slow,
Holds conversation with the lost soul
And breathes its cold eternal flow
Directly into soul as ghost dole.
Here comes the dawn!
The shadows fade,The flustered fog melts, sensing rout, -And to embrace the coming dayThe soul in ecstasy flies out
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