Faithfulness

Wake: the silver dusk returning
A holly herb enchantment
Up, lad, up, ’tis late for lying!

His hollyhock ambition
Lived to feast his heart with all
On honeysuckle affection

Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters
And joyous you will be my death.
Leaving the tent of night in tatters

And any henbane imperfection
Strands upon the eastern rims
Within heliotrope devotion

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