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Patrick Sunday Poems
Nature, Thou Faireth Bright/
Dirge: Novembers Doom
'Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold Crimpson's Knashed! '
Night Of The Crescent Moon
'When My Life Hath All But Lost, A Barren Fleet Of A Weeping Man. And The Moon Hath To My Eye Lost, With Several Journeys Of No Strand.'
ETHEREE: Soured Memories
'Oh/ What Sad/ The Nile Brings! '+++'A Lonesome Past/ The Tree Loving Birds/ In Their Feathers Were Clung'd! '+++'Not A Day Would Sorrow Cease/ Not A Joy Would My Respite Know!
Kyrielle: A MAIDEN WEEPS
1ST QUATRAIN: Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The Tree, Laid Its Crust! / A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her Suffering, Have Being So Cold! '
Sonnet: To Death, My Love Sailed
1st-QUATRAIN: To Death, My Love Sailed, Striding Down Bare Ground/ That Of This Molten Top, Alone i Rest/ Thou See'st Of Me In Sorrow's Den Abound/
Dine With Me Drifting_Clouds, For None I See Raised My Brows.
Thresh_Hold Of Comfort
'Journey Through The Mist'
Campfires It Was Culminating The Broadened_Shores As Air-boat Sliced, Through The Morning_Mists.
Comments about Patrick Sunday
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Best Poem of Patrick Sunday
Thou Faireth Bright/
Whenst Lilies And Rivers/
In Tranquility Plants Crave/Water! '