The fleecy clouds with sliver line|
Tiled an already gilded sky
Hope fills this heart of mine
As doubt smiles deviously in eye.
The strain still visible in repose
Says the story of soul's agony
As the evening comes to a close
Anguish... it cannot see.
And though hope may promise joys
Fear comes with hurtful perchance
Oft the melody, it detroys
Unkindly time sings happenstance.
And yet through the haze of dusk and night
Enraptured it does dare
Through all the woes of misty light
Its heart's temerity to care.
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