Earth, in all its beauty dressed
Sall covet melodious song.
Where once was rhythms of mirth,
The long nights ne'er be blessed
And I, lone traveller, go on.
If where'er I sit is tainted,
All harmony wilts to dust,
And love was once a fountain here -
My heart will steereth course awaited,
For in the old I trust.
A lunar circle o'er the land
Sall be all the light there is.
Where shadows dance 'neath smould'ring hay,
Th'insistent waves rush o'er the sand
And liberty, lone traveller, sall miss.
Such fated temples lovers hath,
Their song abstained by ether,
And love - mountain-top 'on high -
Where tort'rous souls doth crieth from wrath,
Of beauty in believer.
'That love be neareth death?' to ask
And he sall give one sigh,
For there're greater things to task.
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