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WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmurd I hear;
Labial gossip of nightsibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascendingmystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen riverstides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;
(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)
I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;
Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;
With, at times, a half-dimmd, saddend, far-off star,
Appearing and disappearing.
(Some parturition, rathersome solemn, immortal birth:
On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,
Some Soul is passing over.)
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Didn't you guys ever take basic poetry clas? First thing you have to do after you look at the title is read it at least three times. I, personaly like the poem because it's a taad bit calming. That, or I'm still tired. XD
Aemoh-san