Intense my sense is intense in the way impassioning world-ringing singing

 



Intense

my sense is intense in the way

impassioning world-ringing singing

to brighten life's not-long day;

'tis no sin, I think, to so curse the brink

that imprisons visions of such kind

that sunlights the village's minds

thus to call it love ?Why-did-I-say-the-Word?

yet not absurd my wish

to kiss

before we're tossed into Death's Abyss. . .

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