I feel you presence
The ancient reminiscence ,
That in undated track ,
Rises its back ,
Like a submerged whale .
My dearest abstract !
In time-being concrete ,
From mold to mold you form ,
To shape your Being !
As my blind whims on playthings ,
Get exhausted just as over-sea –bird ,
And retire on a mast , being beguiled ,
Then again wings , sings , makes nest .
Oh ! Night is the oblivious rest ,
The day is burning hopes of dust ,
So many soldiers of my ignorance ,
Hover upon me with pitiful –cast !
I feel your presence ,
And the link of trance ,
Now thinnest is the screen ,
In you collapse I must !
The ancient reminiscence ,
That in undated track ,
Rises its back ,
Like a submerged whale .
My dearest abstract !
In time-being concrete ,
From mold to mold you form ,
To shape your Being !
As my blind whims on playthings ,
Get exhausted just as over-sea –bird ,
And retire on a mast , being beguiled ,
Then again wings , sings , makes nest .
Oh ! Night is the oblivious rest ,
The day is burning hopes of dust ,
So many soldiers of my ignorance ,
Hover upon me with pitiful –cast !
I feel your presence ,
And the link of trance ,
Now thinnest is the screen ,
In you collapse I must !
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