A thousand muted words,
A thousand countenances,
Draped in a smile thou behold,
And a fire that unfold.
Like the dawn of the day,
Like dreams of the night,
All shadowed now, all that swayed
In the gilded petals of frozen might.
Of all the chords and speech,
Nay I am not the note, not right,
Of the all the colors of the life,
Nay I am not the blue and the brown.
But, is a blossom of a floating time,
Wanderings in a rainbow heart,
A fragrance that sublime,
Morning dew on thy nature's art.
Nay not hate me,
With the gleam dropt down afar,
Nay never pain thee,
For the cold of the moment ajar.
Beam like the sun,
Flow like the river,
Twinkle with the stars,
Belong to the serene calm.
Just row the valley within,
Beseech the brows from the way in,
Thou knowest after all,
The symphony of only a longing ode.
A thousand muted words,
A thousand countenances,
Wild is a fire,thou unfold,
And a smile thou behold.
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