Death To Day, Fearing My Own Doom Poem by james watkin

Death To Day, Fearing My Own Doom



Death to Day, fearing my own doom
Informs this descending gloom
As what becalms through its winds, strange:
'Tis but night's mystic-starred room.

Thursday, October 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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