Thou pierce thyself with thy dagger,
Moans of pain and anguish resound,
Thy comely grace reduced to a stagger
Splatter’d with glistens of blue blood embrowned
Thy fair brow quivers in disdain,
As thy firm resolves shake
All lies in naught and vain,
Akin to the incessant drops in thy wake;
‘Tis not an assay to summon the morrow
Nor honey to the swarming bees
An imperial flight for thy sorrow
Destined to traverse the impenetrable seas;
Perchance someday the ship shall capsize,
Beneath it shall be buried all the truth and lies.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Thou pierce thyself with thy dagger,
Moans of pain and anguish resound,
Thy comely grace reduced to a stagger
Splatter’d with glistens of blue blood embrowned
Thy fair brow quivers in disdain,
As thy firm resolves shake
All lies in naught and vain,
Akin to the incessant drops in thy wake;
‘Tis not an assay to summon the morrow
Nor honey to the swarming bees
An imperial flight for thy sorrow
Destined to traverse the impenetrable seas;
Perchance someday the ship shall capsize,
Beneath it shall be buried all the truth and lies.