What Lengths Will You Go To Find Her? (Your Deceased Lover) Poem by james watkin

What Lengths Will You Go To Find Her? (Your Deceased Lover)



As far and wide and lightly
The wing'ed Thought
Can bear me.
As pleasure-leisured, lifted
New worldly bounds
Have o'ersped!

Earth-aloof! The din, drabness.
Hellish shook, smoked;
In dire stress.
Impelled by that voice, face
Dreamy clear, clean
Nightly trace.

Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: death,search
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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