Oft I have written
Oft I have listened
for that secret wish
within my soul-
seeking escape
It has seen yours
glistening with dew, smelling
of beautiful old paper
or yet unbegotten memories;
I have tempered my heart's unrest
with tedious hours of solitude
Its restless thirst and hunger
yearns to seek, to plunder
From your wisest wells
Oft I have silenced those pangs and
Retreated to refuge on calmer shores
For, when ensconced by my home kingdom,
who could want for more?
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