| REINVENTED With her pen flung to the door She knelt with prayer, O ye Powers! I do implore! Scarce half the life I seemed to have lived, Where ghosts and ghouls nightly cry, With torture knowing guilt of love lost, Why? Hear Spirit, Hear! Thy presence I invoke! By the days few and evil, By the turbulent ocean, By all I Hope! By all I Fear! Hear! And Appear! Disunite this state I am in! Or make thy virtues known! What avails to me in this state of lone? Thy sculpture or thy stone? In tear drops she did lament, There is no armoring against this Fate! This pain to be deprived or to forget. Let the wind and storm do its worst! As like the weather she did in her outburst. Rushing to the shore, the Beasts Did try with slaughterers blood, To stop her as she cried, Rise without Bearing! With sands falling from her hands, As wind did carry her towards its time, Let these southern winds blowing, And streams that are swollen with flood, Send me without knowing! Charm these evil beasts away who are in me showing! To the tiller she handed a map, Seek this waters flag and rush! For I do hear the echos from the heart of my shore, With smooth phrase of Southern tongue, And the image of splendid days more! Her limbs like mists and her torch like meteors showed, Wreathed in her golden locks she did instantly cast her smile, And in the white hot flash that streaked across the sky Loosing from her mast and unfurling her from this exile, She set her sights forward with no regret, And there on the beach she left the beasts to lie, For a future with Fate she had not met. |
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