The dew of stars beatifies thy worth.
thou art the moon, the night goddess candor.
Flying angel of never-to-be morbid-
Wings, which are as the stars velvet shade,
Bequeather of gracious ill(uminant) light,
That to this days tomorrow is sorrows plight,
You are without doubt the reason of my flight















Comments
I like.
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Its hard to wait around for something that you know might never happen, but its even harder to give up when you know its everything youve ever wanted.
-Rima
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It really is a beautiful poem. I could read it multiple times and never become bored with it.
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'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura.
You should not peep at goblin men.'-Goblin Market by Christina Rosseti
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