Simply take my hand and see
the stars of night with me.
For what? can one imagined thought
tell the tale the heart has wrought?
Or what, can eyes that have never met
remember what they can’t forget?
Shall I hide you in a bower
with falling stars ashower?
Yet downcast is your gaze
as we traverse so dark a maze.
For who am I to cast a gloom
upon your spare and hallowed tomb?
Lift up your eyes to the light and see
awake from your nocturnal reverie.
For every point and every prick
is light and love and quick.
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