A Vision
I.
O' curious night,
how oft you move me!
I feel the sensations
from your great-eternal
gape proclaim the
withering melodies of yore-
And from which,
the quaint house was born.
II.
It was a quaint and dainty hut,
of dreamy ties and entry shut.
Twas Psyche brought me to this place,
for she could not resist its taste.
I sang the charm, said, open up:
"Hram duha', hram duha'"
There was a rumble in the night!
A quiet quarrel in the sky-
III.
We entered hence,
and what we saw:
a blackened tide and
one great fall.
There were no sounds;
nor words profound-
Only the lonely ins-and-outs
of our breath-
IV.
We were the essence
of the mark,
Till that curious chord
was struck-
Of some cimbalom
far away,
breaking our sacred
ministries-
V.
Our breath no longer than
a sigh,
broke away, writhing
into time.
The connection,
though it falters now
lulled the laments
of my mind.
VI.
We bathed in curiosities
that night.
Let arcane droplets
spell out our rite.
In the quaint house
of the night-
I.
O' curious night,
how oft you move me!
I feel the sensations
from your great-eternal
gape proclaim the
withering melodies of yore-
And from which,
the quaint house was born.
II.
It was a quaint and dainty hut,
of dreamy ties and entry shut.
Twas Psyche brought me to this place,
for she could not resist its taste.
I sang the charm, said, open up:
"Hram duha', hram duha'"
There was a rumble in the night!
A quiet quarrel in the sky-
III.
We entered hence,
and what we saw:
a blackened tide and
one great fall.
There were no sounds;
nor words profound-
Only the lonely ins-and-outs
of our breath-
IV.
We were the essence
of the mark,
Till that curious chord
was struck-
Of some cimbalom
far away,
breaking our sacred
ministries-
V.
Our breath no longer than
a sigh,
broke away, writhing
into time.
The connection,
though it falters now
lulled the laments
of my mind.
VI.
We bathed in curiosities
that night.
Let arcane droplets
spell out our rite.
In the quaint house
of the night-
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