Silence captured words in your cold eyes,
And passion snuggled to last feeble ties,
And optimism clung to a heart about to die.
O, patience allow me time for a loyal lie.
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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