At long last from what loneliness made of me, Grafted myself one person anew with utter face, Treating my ways…
Faceless
Under the brow that speaks his name there amidst; Soundedly spoke and found only his voice a vapour proud, That…
Evenings sound
On the brooks but that solely glittered in his sight, Justly sat and looked inward unto himself reflect, Began to…
For what wither lay
But only innocent for whence besought estrange, Am leaving; for way behest astound griefs her breath, Promised myself for the…
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