E'en the Angels of the Lord
Yes, the Angels of the Lord
faraway from our profane eyes
beyond these blue skies
...
Could I halt ‘tis waning Time
That out of Thy arms
Keeps dragging me a crime
Would I forever in Thy warmth
...
Now the twilight of our fest;
Now the dawn of my gridlock
As my lips sing thee farewell.
...
Emotions flood up a mind
For ages to the cogitate confin'd,
Lost in the sphere of pragmatism,
Cast to the den of escapism;
...
Days could have been kinder,
Months less churlish,
Years paced with joy
But the future is crabbed,
...
Drunk and weird with curiosity
I departed my beloved Island
To firmly grip this World
Unknowingly pervaded with perversity.
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Oh! Juliah, awake from thy dying
glooming-frigid-cold slumber
for thee not a dead man awaiting and sighing
by his hungry chamber.
...
From that look –
Flawless seraphic stare,
In whose warmth
My very soul rejoices –
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