Quadragenarian

The eyen of my childish gosling wane,
The ganzl-gist of my felictious tide.
Its vales and winds unwept enquir'd with bane,
Daguerreotype of sepia eventide.

Bygone the rivulet of chrysoprase,
The eyen of my tender age ablaze,
My dream, my bloom like burgeon yet unpreen'd
Like charnel willow sear'd ant careen'd.

Indweller of the capony of bale
Shent I survey my meadows of tarnation.
Lidless the eyen of the fainted gale
Ensoul the loss as hallowed naught-damnation.

Deserted is my own good hall, its hearth is desolate
The hoarse dull drum would sleep, and Man be happy yet! *

The billows moll, the pale steed of mine,
Sepulchral wreaths along the riverine
As moonlit hair waving in the breeze,
The eyewink of our farewell first to seize.

The bark of skin - quadragenarian coil,
The pinewood-tarred cheeks of the idol soil'd,
The unborn foetus of my fate beheld,
The void drinkng-horn - around me weld

Array of scatter'd stones, the vain, the Eld...


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