By
lights she came as dying a sad dream.
We
bore fire this death abreast our wrongs;
to
give by life a reason to exclaim:
such
treason our breath: such to live our scream;
encased
in silk out-wrung our mental throngs.
By
lights she came as dying a sad dream.
Our
rivers warm by taste our faces flame;
to
ignite by passion a fatal scar;
to
give by life a reason to exclaim—
such
passion through fury our mortal seams:
this
sinning torn adrift those gored gongs.
By
lights she came as dying a sad dream—
as
inner combat alike to blue rain—
this
tare in men to cry by cadent songs:
to
give by life a reason to exclaim—
ajar’d
an ocean as found a ruby
where
souls perish, as cherished our bars.
By
lights she came as dying a sad dream;
to
give by life a reason to exclaim.
