The Poet's Picture
Long lonely nights and sordid days,
Being so fashioned for love's praise.
Being so fashioned for love's praise.
Lest she should sin or faint from fear,
Let one swift angel heed my prayer,
And straight descending to this sphere
Spread wide wings o'er her everywhere,—
Lest she should fall who is so dear!
Let one swift angel heed my prayer,
And straight descending to this sphere
Spread wide wings o'er her everywhere,—
Lest she should fall who is so dear!
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