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How my heart sinks when I behold the sad reflection of my face, / A wan and wistful wound, with oh, such meagre grace; / How can you hold me dear withal and conjure charms withdrawn.
Or does the Autumn twilight hold a charm unknown to dawn?
Hold! Do not speak! some day perchance, I'll read the message dire / Within the ashes of the flame, the aftermath of fire, / Ere then perhaps I shall have found the highways of the soul / Where one may read uncrucified, the blood-words of the scroll.
Till then, uphold illusion's veil before my gaze the while / That I may gather strength to fuse from agony, a smile!