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No doubt, her temple shines a jeweled trove each carat gold would glimpse of lover's wealth, shall I then try entreat her guarded cove; and win a love, immured from suitor's stealth? Her lair is wreathed by tears of bitter moat, a soften rippling tide conceals my stride each imprint leaves no cast or sandy float with only faint demures to serve as guide. For dense, uncertain fogging clouds her glow as tho' her light's obscured, so none may find, or love, in templed grief incensing woe with none a paddled boat so left behind. Her water's deep and cold, than to allow tho' having tried, her lantern's brighter now.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Towards Her Palace (Sonnet)
No doubt, her temple shines a jeweled trove each carat gold would glimpse of lover's wealth, shall I then try entreat her guarded cove; and win a love, immured from suitor's stealth? Her lair is wreathed by tears of bitter moat, a soften rippling tide conceals my stride each imprint leaves no cast or sandy float with only faint demures to serve as guide. For dense, uncertain fogging clouds her glow as tho' her light's obscured, so none may find, or love, in templed grief incensing woe with none a paddled boat so left behind. Her water's deep and cold, than to allow tho' having tried, her lantern's brighter now.
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37/M/Australia
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
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