O' sweetest girl of a laughter returning, Entrance me in your tides of gold. I no longer sleep, but ride radiantly In the basks of your eternal glow; 5 The chancing ember of thy tenderest eye Splashes riving valiance unto my soul, My heart swelling within all this magnitude. The lucent omen of our invisible respire Descends upon each unseen dream, awaiting 10 Its birth upon this solitary scheme As cool airs crowd in renewed immensities Deigning majesty to every spirit's trespass And spinning existences of inceptive winds Like some itinerant beating of angel's breath. 15 Daniel B. Dermond
From the collection "Ghosts and Princes"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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