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would e’er I spring
from ashes
another dream to chase –
beyond the veil
where sleeping hearts

some other world
of mystery
recalls what once was lost
a sweeter kiss
than I could keep –
no matter now
the cost

for grief –
a lily’s portion
shall forgive
what I have done
erasing all I understood
was but for one
I come

a witness
though immortal –
as silence from a sigh
bound to this remembering
– as was fated
so am I

. . .