Category : Poems

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A chunk of me
On a confounded ocean stuck
Doth make me a joint-labourer 
With myriads of thoughts.
        But look, the hope 
         Clad in mantle russet
         Smiles bleakly 
         Over my brows.
Hold me not , o' clouds
For I'm after the sun
Cross it I will 
Though it blast me.
 And flights of angels
Will sing me on my way.