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An Crystal Eye
An Crystal Eye
A bitter line was this
to write,
that came . . .
that rose !
From sleepless night.
When wondering
held sleep at bay,
that marched
through mind,
until the day.
Black heavens cast
in sequins lie . . .
And dreams              
that must
with daylight fly !
A shadow
crossed across
the Moon
then stilled . . .
Within the darkened
shadows gazed,
an Crystal Eye,
an inner place . . .
Wherein,
with loneliness
and faze,
this bitter line
I did Thee raise.
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