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At the last stroke of midnight on my golden bell I would count the stars and name their place, The comets tailing across the sky, The planets and the moon mens face. The thistledown owls hoot their cry And silent swoop on night time mouse, Foxes chilling scream makes dry, Mouth, as hand secures the house. The deepest part of darkest night was never for me dread time, And now I'd walk on softest tread, With feather, in Apache mime. I'd see the early lambs drop down, First breath of dew filled air, The spiders weave their cloth of pearls, Mushrooms leave loam filled lair. And when the promised dawn had come The hills would feel my stride. In special place, where stones are round, The chalk equus I'd ride. Latter, brew of apple juice, And solid milk and bread, Would warm my blood and body through, And heavy make my head. Evening now, I'd walk the sand Of empty seaside shore And fly with carefree birds so white Against the swelling roar. After cream and cakes, And strawberries. rosy red, When fireglow makes the shadows grow, When all I've known inside my head Is there once more and love for all I've ever met now dead. In the quiet of this black time My love with whom I tied the bow Lies cold at stroke of final midnight. Finally. yes finally, I'd be pleased to go! |