Posess me not
O shattered dreams
nor make me fall on thee
Where oh where has gladness gone
but nailed up on a tree
What can thou boast
O cruel fate
if soul submitteth not
and Light Divine confounds thy quest
unmaking her dark lot
Do tell what fool would see as gold
thy thorns upon her brow
'Tis life that's in the secret
only a fool can know
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