Lo! how I love on a zephyr winter's eve.
With balmity dew in veridescent forest ;
Autumn elm, swift breeze whispered!
Wind whistling wondering on my way,
A glossy weaviness--
Of wavy grass in arcane.
Is she a shooting star on a cloud!
As scintillating as the moon;
Smile so gleams and selcouth.
A classy untainted grace,
Like petrichor mist in isle.
I should tell a tale of mystery,For----
Can love be pristine, when life is but a doom.
Love that dig deep in one's heart!
Tis not elysian so soon to solitary.
Leaving hope scorched in every word.
Phantom deminished ! when I no more---
My heart last beat to eternal rest.
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