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Dusk Hath Come.

(AN EPILOGUE IN MEMORIAM A LOST LOVE)

Dusk hath come with shadows and haze,
In ceased daylight the vale doth fall to doze.
Stilled and shuddered by the haunting calm,
Owls hooted amid the foliages in their rage.
A night bird doth warble afar.
Naught lingers save a profound wild breeze
Which tickles the spires of firs, all the way long from
Distant isles to hum lullabies unto the dale.
The illusions of night begin their dance
In their nakedness upon the wilderness.
And moon stayed up yonder eerie and loth
to wane.
Gainst the backdrop of an elegant sky,
With stars studded as diamonds in velvet grey,
Blooms o'er the endless horizon
That seems like strewn dreams.
What a gaze or charm can bare the secrets of this night?
Deep in that vale, deep in the woods,
In the moonlit night, in the meadows of Thrace.
When Orpheus struck his harp a melancholy tone,
Nature stood still as if in a grievous moan.
How sweet love is, like the spring tides, gusts up and full,
Yet a shooting star in sky can't seize nor posses.
Love is ethereal, ne'er meant for humans—
Half pains, half anticipations, nothing else there to find.
"Oh Eurydice, ‘neath which cloud dost thou hide?
Within what growing golden hue of eve dost thou fade?
Hark to this Lark who sings greenish cool inspirations,
Come and taste the last dew drops from lily petals.
Look how these grapevines embrace each other as lovers,
Draw near, lest winter shall Intrude amidst us."
"How stayst thou so far, when I have life none my own?
Gone with that breeze thou art, and another dawn shall never come.
Oh where art thou dear, dost thou hear my lamentations from here?
Where art thou? For the vagueness of life hath hurled me to its breast.
My heart, keep silent, a hollow place listeth not thine anguish,
For this is a desolation past absolution.
All that left here is I, the epitaph of our love,
The bearer of the dreams which thou forgot to color."
"All I've seen, unforeseen in life is fate.
No one else have I to complain of thy fate.
Still that thirst unquenched to see thee
Is like how the mortal life yearns for eternity."
"Why did no nightingale sing?
Why no west wind to calm a parching mind?
Why must I nurse a bleeding heart, why…?
This question doth echo in mine inner sight."
"Can I behold thy eyes in the spring?
Can I see thine shadow in my vineyards anymore?
What a fog afore my eyes blurring the vision of life,
Trapped am I, in my past; a prisoner to words.
Lost I am as a ship; in a sea of thoughts without a mast.
Dear, send thy sweet smile in the wind; fill thy fragrance in it."
"Oh love, live long for my yearning soul for thee,
Though death did wed her before me.
Unto the day we meet, thy memories shall last,
For the winds of death can'st not thrash the idols of love.
These narrow threads of love tether us forever,
Farewell my joys, this is a path alone to strive'

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