Caught unaware, the dawn light slowly rising
My mind still coddling gentle thoughts of you,
Outside the waning shadow world enticing
Me to join them as they bid adieu.
I know there to I will yet someday follow
When heaven’s torch no longer shows my way,
There I shall greet them in their sleepy hollow;
That place where weary souls in sojourn stay.
You are still the purposed tie that binds me
To this wide stage that ever greets the sun
And stay my passage to nihility
Where, reft of you, I shall so feel alone.
For this sole cause in mortal light I bide,
And shun all gloom that might your visage hide.
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