Patrick Sunday Poems

Nature,
Thou Faireth Bright/
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'When My Life Hath All But Lost,
A Barren Fleet Of A Weeping Man.
And The Moon Hath To My Eye Lost,
With Several Journeys Of No Strand.'
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'Oh November,
Oh November!
Death,
Hath In Cold Crimpson's Knashed! '
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Campfires It Was
Culminating The Broadened_Shores
As Air-boat Sliced,
Through The Morning_Mists.
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Dine With Me
Drifting_Clouds,
For None I See
Raised My Brows.
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1st-QUATRAIN:
To Death, My Love Sailed, Striding Down Bare Ground/
That Of This Molten Top, Alone i Rest/
Thou See'st Of Me In Sorrow's Den Abound/
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1ST QUATRAIN:
Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The Tree, Laid Its Crust! /
A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her Suffering, Have Being So Cold! '
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'Oh/ What Sad/ The Nile Brings! '+++'A Lonesome Past/ The Tree Loving Birds/ In Their Feathers Were Clung'd! '+++'Not A Day Would Sorrow Cease/ Not A Joy Would My Respite Know!
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