Memories 

He ceased, and soon he was gone
as though to welcome me to bury in
to this countenance, obscure and august
which burnt lucent, forever there.
The perennial dwelling held me strong
Strange! It struck no terror to the heart.
None could dowse this doomed fire
as it rose and kindled what I now lack

.~f.h.


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