20 September 1915

Celestial star that crossed my path,
Leaving fair visions in my soul;
Oh! Why did you e’er leave your realm
And break my heart? With mournful dole
Now restless night doth me pursue,
And fiends do tempt my soul to hell.
Ah! Gentle maid, if you but knew
My inner shrine, and it could tell
My hidden love, as deep, as true,
As gentle as sweet birds at play;
Drift back, bright star, and comfort me
In this unending, dreary day.

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This entry was posted on September 20th, 2015.