Time is an abyss Profound as a thousand nights,
I sojourn my haste, I make respites
For what availeth this eager pace?
One step more naught to face,
Save the heirloom fatal kiss. Yet! For lo! my own shall ne'er come to me,
I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate,
Dim the lights Bring forth ye Shadow! With whom danceth thou?
Time hath stopp'd
Lo! Yet for others ne'er halteth,
For me the Pages of Life do not turn,
The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear Heed! When in my arms «O! Come here»? I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow! When through my veins it could flood? For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
Bide to merryThe gift of passing on the dark trick.
And hence grant me the fell gift,
'Tis such a brazen act of erotic,
O! such an innocence depriv'd so hastily
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift,
When through my veins it will floodAlas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood.
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