Where are you? Drunk, my mind becomes
Twilight after all your ecstasy. For I just saw
How the enrapturing young god,
Tired from his journey,
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I love the earth, which mourns with me.
Like children when they are upset, our grief
Changes to sleep. And as rustling winds
Whisper over harp strings. whispering harp strings. fine poem. tony
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I love the earth, which mourns with me. Like children when they are upset, our grief Changes to sleep. And as rustling winds Whisper over harp strings. whispering harp strings. fine poem. tony