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So-musing-thro' the darkly hours.I asked a Rose why was I did sleep?A voice replied, “We are but flowers.”

I said “Oh well, Twill keep”.



Notwithstanding time.That erst into darkess fell.Nor aught avail eternity.

Bewitched by the devils spell.

Under the dome of solitude.A winter bleak embraced thee.Like frost upon the looking glass.Pray tell, “What dost thou see?”

Thou art forever adrift

On shores where sorrows abide If deaths not now, then  when?'Twould seem we can never hide.

To lie with shadows

On titan shoresTomorrow was never here.