Aubade 


Imbued now, what impell’d once had been
thy noble oaths here prosper and lean
when holy-glory would come forth and blind
ravens rear’d dread; and none be confined
and no woes of men would make a stay
since it was only thy care that sails my way
and till thou coms’t again; till such rare fate
to be taken in by thee, my last breath shall wait.


~f.h.

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