Wet my dead cheeks
Weep mine ears
Faintest sound hear:
Err mine eyes
Till morning blood
Curse my crown.
And when I’m fraught,
Farewell kiss,
Blush at the fog,
No wind near
But this cool air breathe,
Till ere brought
Are steps near to me.

Let me walk,
So mem’ry call,
That all known
Is now anew.

So round a new,
Till morn bright,
Nor cast aside
Simple smile,
Then breathe again
This new light.

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