Doth I Dream?

Thus acknowledged what cruel truth knowledge brings,

Of pearly white teeth and linen frocks,

Of your golden locks, my heart doth sweetly sing.

your smile reminds me of most clear-minded thought,

Awaken, Awaken, Calls Raven, Caws Crow–

 

for through my pupils, It’s beak doth ween.

Spoken now, incantations of Hope, doth I dream.

 

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