Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
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