Upon The Heath Desolate Lay I
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Upon the heath desolate lay I
As the lyre strung
As the fallen bird
Stunned:
As by the bee
Stung.
And those lines that before me
Stretched
I saw the fragments of my life
I heard bronze voices clang
And serpents rise
And then the vesper bell of life that struck.
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