‘Tis how a muse conquering my slender age;
Naked moments and a flightless gloom.
Dreams are unripe, but lively own;
From thee, I fled unconstrained.
Sins discolored my retention when you hide from me,
Solely then dwelt is my pathos.
And night’s and days swept, sullen;
Neath your heavens lodge, my lost ecstasy.
Every parent wants their bright child,
Brighter, an ace can do morrow’s shy lark.
wipe it my wickedness my lord! let my birth fulfill.
Let me serve you with in your cupid will, more radiant!
you’re giving me a life that i can heal;
That tend me breath with you until my death and after.
Nithin Purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Dreams poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Long Distance II by Tony Harrison
- Goliath Of Gath by Phillis Wheatley
- Quiet by Tony Hoagland
- Unphrasing by Satish Verma
- Olney Hymn 34: The Waiting Soul by William Cowper
- Tale Of A Tub by Sylvia Plath
- Николай Карамзин – Рогатому человеку
- On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Погодинка
- Freedom And Love by Thomas Campbell
- Summer poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Юнна Мориц – Свежий бублик
- Couplets on Wit poem – Alexander Pope
- Song Of Four Faries poem – John Keats poems
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
