Who calls by my name?
Who calls me in this silent trice,
In the solitude of my maudlin
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Who calls me in this silent trice, In the solitude of my maudlin Mind...
Who calls me in this silent trice, In the solitude of my maudlin Mind
It seems that someone is calling your name, but indistinctly. To be free from life's pain. I too would like to 'respond to this inner invitation'. Your poem shows the force of hints, suggestions, rather than clear statements.
The silent call and the most heroical, to free me from the pungent pain the life offers to me. I will come and respond to this inner invitation. ......
The weak yet inexorable call. The soft darkness falls as dews in placid Bourn.