Oct 312013
Saddled by an unearthly sadness,
The leaves and I lack all gladness:
To no more adore my divine,
Intricate Evangeline.

Old, dear world, formed before I fell
To your dim dust, speak the spell
That calls her back from spirit's brink;
Pour the resurrecting drink.

I wander toward a dream recalled--
A dream I dreamed before my fall--
Of bangled arms that held me late:
Beautiful, elaborate.

Break, old world caught in fiery winds
Like a blown sailboat caught in irons;
I'll drown my everlasting shame
In your watery, wavering flames.

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