I have dated the wishes of the night,
Carried the beauties of dawn,
In hopes of an array of heart_
Filled with the manifest of passions.
I have trodden the fears of love_
Cared with no cares_
Cared with all cares.
I have beat the chest of the gods,
If perhaps that were the key
To manifest the hope deferred.
I have tarried the duties of a mawn,
With much of the listless thought,
If perhaps the light of what,
May bring the causeless cause.
The dark alley seems no end,
With perhaps some persisting trods,
The sunshine may yet beam her smile,
When yet the morning comes.
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