A Broken Heart
Walking through the woods,
On a Summer night,
As the clouds played with the moon,
Thy heart sank for her sight.
Oh! Summer breeze this redolence thy know,
And why did the rustle of the leaves grow?
It's Mother; Oh! Mother why console thy heart,
Time heals all; let it rest apart.
Alas! these infinite glittering stars, Alas! this beauteous moon,
Could stir Love in the grimmest of soul.
Thy soul, sweet Mother is beyond repair,
It's long lost in the woods of despair.
Radiant, is she, than the Moonlight thee shower,
And Beautiful than thine Summer Rain.
Oh! Vacuous mind why see her image,
And let thy poor heart feel this endless pain.
Embrace thee, gentlest Mother, bring thy heart harmony,
And let thy Moonlight efface thy agony.
Oh! thy sweet breeze wipe my tears dry,
In thy golden hands Mother, let not thee ever cry.
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