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Companion Me
A sullen reverie thrust like an unwanted giftBrings covert projections to dream surface,A repertoire
So Declare
Oh I have forgotten the decorums of the soulDislodged by the shock of birth and life,What am I to ev
Thou Knowest
How many seasons must I coax Thy reluctanceWith words all shaped from ardour’s reason,How many night
This Ruin
Slowly slowly Thou didst enter like a white rumour,A bright conspiracy was set aflame within my bein
Initiate
I have drunk of the bitter world brewSeated in my muse’s pondering chamber,Every theme malignant and
Beyond Me
Who drained gaiety from the air that I breatheSapping all that is dear and fondly cherished,Who lit
Teach Me
Wilt Thou teach me to be not impulsive,The trait that earns me much infamy,To curb the gambler’s whi
Toddler
Oh to what end wilt Thou tax my brainDull as I am to climb the lofty heightsOf Thy philosophy and mo
Thy Neglect
An errant mortal me and an adamant immortal TheeAre my life canvas’ immutable boundary!Of all the sc
These Stumbles
Ah my puzzler divine, confounder supreme,How many mazes dost Thou fondly makePouring all Thy ingenui
Thy Passion
Oh here is but crude prose of labouring limbs,In pouring perspiration on life’s rushing pageOur stor
Thy Habit
Ah, furnace, my dearly lodge for these days,Who heaps in here the moments as fuel,Who breathes in he
Merciful
Why art Thou so austere like a desert’s sky?A drought is on my being, Thy mercy lacking,Clogged are
Thy Generosity
What maze is this that baffles me thus,The hourly perplexity, the relief momentary,Such grey care in
Thy Lila
Each life is as a season of the soul,The warmth and cold, the heat and rain,Making birth to death a
Thy Touch
Wilt Thou recognise me, this visage all marredBy wrinkling cares and sleep scarring dreams?My light
Ailment New
A little less brighter shines the sun on azureShorn of the halo-crown of rayed-brilliance,A little m
Thou Art He
How lax is Thy enforcement O Keeper of the Law,Thy fugitive in time seeks to Thee surrenderAnd Thou
Hard Won
How dost Thou feel the passage of our centuries,Our crowded canvas brushed with harried breathDrawin
Enliven
Oh deem me not superficially presumptuousFor I but exercise a common fool’s privilegeTo hector Thee