_ Good morning _
In this autumnal wantonness
Where my mind flows with indifferent airy dream,
The maze Sun’s squint Encroaches my sleepless bed,
The restless bumble Bee Engulfs the instant burst bloom,
My pain profound for unknown sake
doth sail to thy domicile to say thee my heart’s
accosting! Good morning.
The cloud’s heart without, silent attestor of my
Pain doth drift to thy pane to ring a simile.
Wake up and see! a shadow of my self waiting outside to see thee open thy engrossing eyes.
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