I. D. Weis

A Nightly Stroll

</>Whilst on sheath of night thou amblest
to gaze upon the pond
to glimpse a face, a sunken dream
of nymph, or perished vagabond
Amid a frosted water, under lilies tethered free
thou find that thee art searching for
beyond the mist of see
But oh, the heart that leaps! the colder in thy bones!
such force that smites upon the night

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