All What I Left
At which a stone from the moon
My name could be shattered in delight
Wake or sleep, as last a rose, full of balloon;
But when traveling stars which fright
A few poisonous kiss to air, I love
Such May stream as they were setting
Down again such growth from above
In such drowsily breath; and accenting
My hearts once again from this muse cry.
I cannot hold dreams to turn them by
Neither snapping a thing like that because can’t I find a path
Upon which I dull in and out for peace;
A moment, a night I mean, and to make it a heath,
Where all flights and earth displace
A month of sorrow; which today – yes! Today
When my mind is unrest, such unpleasant
Dream won’t haunt anymore my weakness as the same doomsday;
So let me die tomorrow as a fool arrogant.
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