[this bird has flown]
I have lost my soul's delight,
Sweetest-singing nightingale:
I would follow her in flight.
She has flown into the night.
Still I search, to no avail.
I have lost my soul's delight.
Beauty without taint or blight!
All my wit and will grow frail.
I would follow her in flight.
Now I see the cold sad sight
Of stars in heaven, and I wail:
I have lost my soul's delight.
Sleepless till the dawn's faint light
Slowly turns the vast sky pale,
I would follow her in flight.
Heaven's splendour, once so bright,
Has become wretched and stale.
I have lost my soul's delight;
I would follow her in flight.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2025-01-01 at 15:37




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