To My Mistress - Poem by welkin siskin
I shan't bid farewell to thee
the shimmer of hope
A predurable light!
For thy love's proved to be
An immense rapture of delight.
Thy love, a flitting, gentle breeze,
A flash in the darkness-striken night,
Warmth of a brumal,
callous times that freeze.
A farewell to thee
is a farewell to everything
that comforts, that perfects
this life of mine.
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