The languid wish,
In her stolen heart,
All cleaved desires,
In that sunken Cask
A molten Hope
Lost in Time,
Still a breathing Life,
And the winter's chime.
That he would come,
And grasp her breath
And join the links
Of her hollowed faith
Raise each brick up,
That time had shattered
But the fluttering seasons did glide by,
She dreamt her days with open eyes
And smiled back at the past
With grieving sighs! ! !
With wailing hunger she still awaits
For the Bread of soul! ! !
That languid wish………
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