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DEATH
Stay, cloudy phantom, in your flight.
Withdraw your silken strands tonight.
Be satisfied to take this tear
And give my soul an hour here.
Sing to them across the moonlight
that I long,
But my heart is held in a sparrow's
song.
Let me stay till winter's breath
with glass enchants the sea.
Then I'll leave this song behind
and come back home to thee. |