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LAVE THY LIMBS IN THE STREAM OF MY SONG!, by                     Poet's Biography
Last Line: Before these eyes are dry this soul a desert
Subject(s): Time


Lave thy limbs in the stream of my song!
Why this cruel blessing, queen of my heart?
The source has ceased to be, many a day now;
The flow but a sand-stream, I know not how long.
O traveller after my soul, why call for the ferry?
^Eons I waited to hear thy voice, to hearken to thee,
Thine arm chiselled and painted by God s own hand

To beckon me. Alas ! the river of expectation
Is no more; the barque of joy doth not float.
Wilt lave thy feet? take my tears!
Come, goddess-guest, grant me this boon,
Before these eyes are dry this soul a desert





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