Quatrain
My foolish heart keeps beckoning to me
Portending hopes despite catastrophe
It does not know that my life's sun is setting —
No brief eclipse — but for eternity.
For those drawing near to death I said to them
To nurse delusive hopes is no wise fit
My springtime's done, and it was dark and clouded
Why should my autumn be by sunshine lit?
Portending hopes despite catastrophe
It does not know that my life's sun is setting —
No brief eclipse — but for eternity.
For those drawing near to death I said to them
To nurse delusive hopes is no wise fit
My springtime's done, and it was dark and clouded
Why should my autumn be by sunshine lit?
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