Avalon

there must be a charming voice from the forest
that touches and caresses my body
with a warm fluid of dancing fire
and burns in me a deepest remorse,
without which i would still lay dead-
apart from the cold stones to mark my death
and stagnant pools both deep and shallow
i shall catch a glimpse of avalon

oh! lovely is avalon to me, to me!


for seems now nearer come it be
i tremble with unholy anticipation
for the darkest night still rules me
and succumbed I to infernal flame,
then by and by a fifty year-long of want
comes to me not unlike my shadowy companion
the only one now beside me
and show me my avalon

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