Mar 26, 2022   KnowsCount

—for it exhausts my spirit

I bid thee farewell fair and well, Thou fiend in high estate: The ruthless mien wherewith you dwell, Gold you electroplate.

Ere lilies within herbage hide, As wintry wind unfold; Songbirds songless on trees abide, Their grief and woe untold;

Ere the wondrous world close its eyes —And poets miss their call, I challenge thee who torment me: Moles and molecules all.

With fancies gazing spirits high, Thy carbon compounds die; And thine own deathbed drawing nigh —’Tis the triumph o’ faerie skies.

Mar 26, 2022   KnowsCount

—for it exhausts my spirit

I bid thee farewell fair and well, Thou fiend in high estate: The ruthless mien wherewith you dwell, Gold you electroplate.

Ere lilies within herbage hide, As wintry wind unfold; Songbirds songless on trees abide, Their grief and woe untold;

Ere the wondrous world close its eyes —And poets miss their call, I challenge thee who torment me: Moles and molecules all.

With fancies gazing spirits high, Thy carbon compounds die; And thine own deathbed drawing nigh —’Tis the triumph o’ faerie skies.