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He Bids His Beloved be at Peace
| I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, | | Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering
white; | | The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, | | The East her hidden joy before the morning
break, | | The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, | | The South is pouring down roses of crimson
fire: | | O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, | | The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay: | | Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat | | Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, | | Drowning love’s lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, | | And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous
feet. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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