Love's Unsullied Host

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Within this bereft hour thou mayst perceive

Thine self among lone thoughts as farther still 

As sands of time which do sift through a sieve,

In absence from my sight, against my will.

The leaden wisps of cloud shrouds powd’ry Moon,

While once my Muse’s song quenched suff’ring ache.

Concealed in shadows flee my Crescent’s tune;

And on the ruthless winds, a Tree’s boughs break.

The jagged pieces left upon the ground

Amassing sores—decayed where it has lain,

Forsaken warmth of sun—from view and sound;

May Death now blaze the cold of thy disdain. 

In my immortal soul, thee knowest most,

Thou art ingrained by love’s unsullied host. 

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