Midnight is an hour’s stride nigh
Why are you not by my side?
My bruised heart refuses to fly
So now she lays down to die
Second’s hand will not cower
Nor Minute slow his cruel hour
I feel Angel’s dust upon me shower
Sowing soft Comfort like flowers
Tis a sign and a tragedy
That I feel this call already
This watch is a half-slashed pity
Will you be my sweet remedy?
Speed to me and kiss my hand
Upon my forehead seal your brand
That beside me you’ll forever stand
As I have and hold a lovely man
Midnight deals her weeping stroke
Tme has beat your rescuing cloak
A frozen glitter dissolves in smoke
Of a loveless soul in Eternity woke
Poetry
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