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Whilst mists arise above dark winding ditches Out of the oak shades of her faraway-looking eyes Her auburn light shines upon a green wooded land Evening Star To a black crow flapping its wings on the field afar Her pale face smiles whilst her dark cloak...
Perhaps lost Perhaps late No sign from Her Evening Star Here among hooded crows To live now is to look out for Underneath a flight of seamews crying A white sail Afar Together (Northern Crown Crossway)
… to the eyes of the lucky ones which can see her at a crossway & feel the somber light of her eyes & hear the sad voice of her lips, the wake world’s emptiness ebb & wane faintly … … she walks adreaming, her walking forerun by showers & her song heard...
… entrare nel mondo vuoto … ValerieLeFay It’s burdensome & wearisome, woeful & dismal, but with no such split & with no awareness of it, roving within the falsely alive wake world unremembering dreams, or abiding in the delightful dream world unseeing...
A winsome girl strides slowly on ye round stone lane, alone in ye pale lamp light like silvery mist in ye dusk, brown leaves with wavy lobes & saw-toothed red leaves with short-pointed lobes over the damp green grass & the gray broken slabs. Then she...