On A Night´ward Innovation
You mighty night, let throw my visions away,
From a mocking storm, and scornful tide's roars,
You seducer moon, your crystal eyes astray!
Don't Forecast my failing, you vainly shores.
Ah! night is Bleak, yet sailing my innovation;
This life's, to swell my spirited decoration.
And booking a jubilant, keen 'passion'
Then sways, my muse and own supervision.
My aches are binding, love me adventure!
Thrill me Night, and glean my numb-less sight
To write in golden truth, and strike in venture.
O Night! you cheering back, insane your spirit!
your's soundless nimbus; bearing mine wonder
And keeps until the next day starts trace me.
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