Whence She
Like an angel
Unseen
And seen in dreams
Dropped Her feathery song
me hears
How the gilded streets carry Her Halo...
Her gold hairy long...
And
As if Lionel
Enriches me there
So songy
As if onto that street
Her gold me every day of nights
And every nights of days meets...
For
She drops
Her feathery light
There like a delight...
And me hears
Lionel
Saying
'Hello...'
To me
As if waking me up from cold...
As if all night long
He there sang...
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