Poems
THEME/S
Many have sworn to follow you
Nor ever rest
Their eyes from clinging to your sun
Till the bitter West.
How shall my gaze bear standing wide
To catch no light at all?
On your full glow may God command
These eyelids fall.
One prayer was mine at the dawn of your face:
"Let my dark be soon,
But never your sunset—may my night
Tryst with your noon!"
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