An experiment in Romantic Poetry; or Autobiographical Phantasm

An experiment in Romantic Poetry; 

or Autobiographical Phantasm

The darkness marches on swiftly falling droplets,

Echoing days of old, whispering sadly epithets,

Indiscrete harmony accompanies chilling melody,

Drinking casks of wine that have aged splendidly,

Consumptively desirous of the lighted days of old

When the sun shone and fairies danced, all was but cold,

Follow the light, dear lady, sweetly drinking nectar,

Catch your reflection, my beautiful muse⎯you are

One hundred times young, four thousand times lovely,

Five acres of freshly tall wheat, and you, alone, belong with me,

Ne’er leave my side for kingdoms will come, and go,

Oh they will go, but just say you’ll stay here, say it is so!

The rays upon your chameleon body alight your mood,

Instantaneous glimpses of your ever-changing to elude,

The men who have sought to capture your present in their past,

Those charlatans did not know that you were not theirs to cast

In nets for fish, my mermaid of the seas and oceans forthwith,

My angel of sunshine, you wander the world inspiring wondrous myth,

The darkest of the waters contrast with your mind’s light,

The moodiness of your years, oh! they bring such delight,

The gods bow to their knees upon whispers that echo your name,

Curling and dancing with the nymphs, ne’er to be tamed,

Oh loveliest of lovelies, duckling of nebulous desires,

You order the realms with grace, soaring mine ecstasy higher

than even the tallest church spires.

~fin

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