"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?"
The beauteous LEWIN cried;
As thro' the murky shade of night
With frantic step she hied.
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Fantastic story poem crafted by a master spirit. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
The weary PILGRIM faint and sad, Shall stay his steps awhile; The memory of his OWN hard fate, THY story shall beguile;
they must have a very long siesta time to write this long poems o this are songs.