hopeful sin faithful him he waits
suffering
his own embittered calm
let the light grow dim
well done, now, your ashes
shine in my heart, heart of silver-
rememberancer of our own good time
we abide in all sorts of smooth persuasion
breaking from cool, oh famous africa
upon these words deliver staggering pleasure
your face at midnight, tranquil amid this sorry rain
timbrel-like on the roof of your vision
your part so loyally played
a scene so disengaged from memory
a scene so disengaged immediate space
the evening well-remembered
knows the heroes of the morning world.
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