To forsake my true dreams
I clip my fluttering wing.
To clothe-this lie of the flesh
Such foolish songs I sing!
Whenever I can cheat
My soul from out this dust
I kiss-your pensive brow
And slake my age-long thirst;
Your Presence - only felt
In all this fraud of the earth;
I am - yet willing to loose
Myself in an untrue mirth;
Once - fully let me be dead
In this your Infinite Breath
Enough - this Fraction life
A partial painful death!!
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