Out in the cold
Oh, sun! Thou shine┤st no longer on my heart
and warm┤st my skin no more.
Me eyes yet blinded by thy dusk,
as thee art, what I adore
too much to turn away my sight.
Ne┤er will my soul grow desperate,
it longeth for thy soon return.
Though the cold night now embraceth
me, I still can feel
the heat, the ember and the hope
of thy holy light.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/27/2005.