 | Wild honey from various thyme |  |
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INVOCATION
Ah me, but what a trysting place is hereUpon the trail of thy mortality!
Still am I found beside thy forest bier;
O lingering ghost, still keep thy tryst with me!
Thou art, I know, long since a soul in bliss,
There should I look for thee—yet stay awhile!
I would remember me how thou did'st kiss,
And part upon the pressure of thy smile.
I love, ah, not thy shadowy Paradise,
I love the very ground where thou hast lain,
This herbage that took record of thine eyes;
And where they faded there would I remain.
Love, leave thine azure heaven, the woods are brown,
Wizard, tempestuous, sheltering, full of night—come down!
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