day is gone

and all its

sweets are gone

sweet voice sweet

lips soft hand

and softer breast

warm breath light

whisper tender semi

tone bright eyes

accomplished shape and

langrous waist faded

flower and all

its budded charms

faded sight of

beauty from my

eyes faded shape

of beauty from

my arms faded

voice warmth whiteness

of paradise vanished

unseasonably at shut

of eve when

dusk of holiday

or holinight of

fragrant curtained love

begins to weave

hoof of darkness

thick for hid

delight but as

ive read missal

of love through

today he will

let me sleep

seeing i fast

and pray on

solitude i stumble

begin with what

matters every tree

has its source

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