Nevermore!
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© Drita Klosi / Klosi News
In loving, mourning. And so must it be. Happiness once walked side by side with me.
Come, my poor heart, come, old friend true and tried,
Repaint your triumph's arches, raised anew;
Smoke tinsel altars with stale incense; strew
Flowers before the chasm, gaping wide;
Come, my poor heart, come, old friend true and tried.
Cantor revivified, sing God your hymn;
Hoarse organ-pipes, intone Te Deums proud;
Make up your aging face, youth wrinkle-browed;
Bedeck yourself in gold, wall yellow-dim;
Cantor revivified, sing God your hymn.
Ring, bells; peal, chimes; peal, ring, bells large and small!
My hopeless dream takes shape:
for Happiness.
Here, now--lies clutched, embraced in my caress;
Winged Voyager, who shuns Man's every call;
Ring, bells; peal, chimes; peal, ring, bells large and small!
Happiness once walked side by side with me;
But DOOM knows no reprieve, there's no mistaking:
The worm is in the fruit; in dreaming, waking;
In loving, mourning. And so must it be.
Happiness once walked side by side with me.
(Paul Verlaine)
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