THIS NIGHT

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This of nights
A night with but blanket
Yes the cold rent the flights
Like women of the market

Emptiness of the room
Was felt in my presence
As i was myself’s groom
And with bed motion license

Silence rent the cloud
O Night! Where is your part?
Your companion from the cloud
That at my bedside sat

This night is silent
Like the dead grave
Asleep is the night
As Lazarus’s humble cave

O silent night!
Whole-y night
With none bright
And love off sight

I snorr alone at no length
And hold my pillow dearly
Covering bed’s large breadth
With nothing but empty clearly

Come O Angel!
Rub your feather at my chest
Let my heart marvel
Let me mark this night a best

lone thought

Alone in this hut
With my lone thought
It is success well fought
But in lone it so hurt

Longing for freedom
In lodge as it glitters
And live with gods in kingdom
All; sweat and sweet but it bitters

The weak leads the hardbones
As treasure of heart seem clones
Like death of living dead
As scroll of past so said

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