Free thee thine inanimate decline,
And make thee whole thy tortured soul,
Thy lit, unlit eyes dark as thy skies,
Turning to mold all they blindly behold
Where do I now go? cast down despot till,
These lies unbound, shut out of my mind,
Deathly trapped in ill secret falling,
Without you I doubt, will never I stand?
I muse not to forgive myself of this loss.
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