Had I known the time
When the sleep came
Over me like the name;
Thou great mystery infinite!
With that instant to ignite,
I could light a small rhyme:
First maiden to be kissed firstly,
Or, ye lightening sky briskly
To quench the thirst of yore
Eagerly awaiting the first downpour.
Me doth but fail,
Like a disappointed lover hail
The start of love days:
Gaze first, first meet,—
Time caught in crazy ways,
Again but sadness beat
Its unlyrical, unrhymed tomber,
Lost is that instant
In noise huge of the bomber.
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