At_Last

Clawing at heaven's Tortured benightedness

Dove sign or raven Spirit! Enlighten this!

Did You catch my fallen angel? Is the blush upon her cheek set right? Did You balm her wings with heaven? Did You salve her lonely fright? Would You keep her, as I couldn't? Little more I would or dare, But when she fell, it was from me, Not You I’m so sure that You were there! If my beloved, fell from capture Into timeless clouds of rapture Safe above the plumes of hell, Do You smile on her as she drifts, Across the bog and rising cliffs? Does her gentle passion dwell Equal in You, Enough, To keep her, my fallen angel, well?

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