I have weighed down your wings of angel-flight For the aura of joy no longer fills my days But comes a stranger in a distant hour, An unexpected guest who rarely stays
Beyond the falling of the briefest flower Or the passing zephyr's kiss, as fleet As closely held remembrances of love Or the poignant recollection of your feet
Moving wounded through the pain you strove To conquer and your energy regain. Eyes dimmed by death that once to beauty thrilled, Mute your voice that spoke of love's refrain
O vibrant spirit by the shadow stilled, Free now your soul to soar beyond the pain Earth visits on the children of the light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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