Poems
And the long tendrils wind around my heart
So that no other thought may sojourn there.
So that no other thought may sojourn there.
The Lover
The gods are perished—utterly undone.
The Maiden
They live, but now they slumber and the world
Slumbers, but soon the petals of Time's flower
Shall blossom forth with colour and soft scent,
And like a rose shall overspread all lands.
Slumbers, but soon the petals of Time's flower
Shall blossom forth with colour and soft scent,
And like a rose shall overspread all lands.
The Lover
You have brought fire and anguish through the years,
Malicious flames to sear and torture me.
Malicious flames to sear and torture me.
The Maiden
Be glad, because I bid farewell to you,
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