Poor little LIGHT!
      Did they burden thee?
Oh, shine! - Shine into the night for me!

Proud little Light!
      Did thou tear a sea?
Tear the pain! - Tear the pain!

Broken little Light!
      Angels will not break thee.
Flicker for me? - Flicker for me?

Joyful little Light!
      Shine thy glory for me,
Unto the hanging tree; where their heart shall be.

To LOSE thee; is my gain,
     With hearts anew -
In Sorrow's only reprieve,
     I found the Angel's dew.

My love is written in sand,
     Drowned in their sea -
For no Beauty in this land,
     Will make a Lover of me.

SPLIT the Ring to find Serenity,
   Gold, Gold! - Fool's Gold!
Burdened by the Oracle of Mourning,
   A tired tune of the Cold.

Loosen the flood; Part the seas!
   And pave the road for me?
Send a Melody into our Scarlet skies;
   Prithee; gift me a Symphony?

I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
             Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
             To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.

The Valleys of Joy are Cold,
My Heart is like Coal;
My luminous windows are bold,
In this Death of Christmas Soul.
I tear this dreary eve,
For the joys of lore;
The Cheerful Core -
Of my delightful reprieve.
        This vast aghast; phantasms shall not last;
        Collar thine delight; from this Christmas Past.

A SUMMER day's grace for thee,
     At the sublimity of dawn!
Melancholy melodies - tintinnabulation;
     Of the dew upon the grave's lawn.

For thee to gleam, I'll flood the stream -
     And let it runneth o'er;
Prithee me, Chivalry!
     Drown it - ah, forevermore!

When Black Roses cease to BLOOM,
And violets are Black and Blue;
When Ravens in the dead of Night,
Fall upon our Morning Dew;

This Love that clouds thee,
Upon our Sublimity Day -
Idle in Auroras of August;
To my flower - pray!