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A Prayer

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Again!
Come, give, yield all your strength to me!
From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain
Its cruel calm, submission's misery,
Gentling her awe as to a soul predestined.
Cease, silent love! My doom!

Blind me with your dark nearness, O have mercy, beloved enemy of my will!
I dare not withstand the cold touch that I dread.
Draw from me still

My slow life! Bend deeper on me, threatening head,
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Resh Kav 22 June 2017

The poem with melancholy voice. good one

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