Not a verse, nor a song,
A word told an hour long,
Leave me be untold cares,
Such gales kiss lips so bare,
Then part my foot a way,
Ere the dawn sweeps my day,
There brought is star alone,
No sun but swiftly hone,
And the steps call us here,
I hear echo seize mine ear,
Each sound whisper seeping,
May noon burn my keeping,
And the eve still strikes loud,
And the gulls yet free tout,
Nor moon pleasure bestow,
Till light anew is towed,
Anchored here, err mine eyes,
Each hour the light's tail dyes,
What new spectre followed,
Descend upon mine ode,
Wipe my tears till morn glow,
Banish next my hourly slow.
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