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mortal

 

in the ancient cove

of time\'s shadowed bowers

a thousand candles flame

burning down the hours

 

hold our hopes in pools

that render to the sea

a thousand waxen ships

antiqued in reverie

 


bygone and beguiled

horizon\'s promise clouds

a thousand spectral moons

above earth\'s mortal shroud

 

gathering gray webs

of relics\' crooning trance

a thousand dying days

in years\' temporal dance

 


wear moth-eaten dreams

reflect in milky eye

a thousand lovers\' prayers

 

she wept; I heard her cry