In the midnight, at the noon Wonderment at body's ruin, Escaping of the final breath Into the nether land of death.
Love deepened as the days grew worse Facing silently the curse Of cells mutating wantonly And all my soul cried out for thee.
O gentle spirit gone to rest I hold within the broken breast An image fashioned through the years, A hero-child beloved of seers,
An arrow flaming through the skies Unwavering towards Paradise. Remember us left here alone Who labour still to find the One. To Mary Helen
Poems Undated (1727)
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