I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon
Life is but an empty nightmare
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful verse
You will see that life's waters made slow, silent
With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am striding, through love's blissful glisten
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent skies, golden
Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lost marines of blue
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
I will stalk the high road, alone
Not take the youthful bend of woods
Through the looped ends of hills, stalking fortune
I shall watch the empty, mournful horizon
Life is but an empty nightmare
If you walk among oceans, day arising
If you can hear the slow, powerful verse
You will see that life's waters made slow, silent
With these small slumbers, the heart that listens
If I am striding, through love's blissful glisten
No great matter, more than possessed suns
Breathless across eloquent skies, golden
Like a bird unchanged, by the deep serene
Finding my love's hue, in lost marines of blue
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