Writhing on the grassy land,
My heart did flutter
For a spark of life.
Having profaned the
Gift - The Gift of poesy
From my Lord,
I drank deep
The sleepless nights.
Forgetting the passion
In the dread of the
Bare friendless world
I looked up the dull sky.
Suddenly my nerves
Got stirred; Tongues of Angels
And hymns of Love
My body shone with
The First Fallen Dewdrops.
My desolate heart leapt
With the Autumnal Tunes;
The pall of the past slumber
Returned to its dark cave....
I sank deep into the lap
Of Nature to be fondled.
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