Here
she had been
put to music,
candles lit to memory,
the room now empty
lifeless quarters,
dull, ghost-less periphery
Some greater part
of learning wondered,
if each unites
or all unties,
what riches but old rags
were plundered,
if nothing lived
before her eyes
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
Here
she had been
put to music,
candles lit to memory,
the room now empty
lifeless quarters,
dull, ghost-less periphery
Some greater part
of learning wondered,
if each unites
or all unties,
what riches but old rags
were plundered,
if nothing lived
before her eyes
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