The dove shall bring, the raven writhe
As lonely sighs of Heaven abide
By ‘morrow no more, thou may speak
Of testament that thou dost seek
From enter the world, no words hast bore
No one t’was expecting more
Rising tall, thou mouth sealed lips
Leaning slightly on earth’s rips
Tell of when thou las’ hast breath
And let go dreary of thy death
Avian wings, O mast’ by Hand
Refuse to lift thy contraband
T’was so thou live, gone from man
Thy soul not ready, off and ran
By noon clock struck, and out from within
Returned all favors of thy sin
Mistress high, mistress low,
Dost thou love in vertigo?
Thy voice still mute, by gone still heart
Thine winner’s victor fall apart
‘Till day is gone, by nightly calls,
Doth repentance of thy world install
And it is so, thine feathers bloom
Upon the dark, a wishful plume
Down the River, born of judge
Heavy weights of cursed grudge
Time slowly hath turned to thee
In hour of thy insanity
Fingers lift, thine mouth agape
As long as thou shall keep thy shape
Speak no words, no, go along
Sing thy ballad of hereby song
From which thine life shall depart with glee
Bliss into enternity
Thine Cygnus shall return from grim
To join thy choir of blessed hymn
Beauty of such never heard’st before
From decrepit walls o’ burning floors
But when that swan decide said will
Shall fly in lieu ‘tward island still
Thine life was well, begone from noise
Shall once was heard, bring you re-poise.
