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NEVERMORE (D. Debelianov)

Fathomless chasms have wrought you away from here,

I know you/re eternally far from my door,
But like long eclipse washed-off by a sun-lit tear
I wish you/d return...You will nevermore!

Early rising, blind dolour awaken to find
Longingly searching the night/s blackened core
Curses and grief inconsolably intertwined
It wish it/d dawn - it will nevermore!

My soul/s secret garden is quiet and pale
Shrouded with frost that Suffering bore
I try to stir it with song and with ale
I wish it/d awake - It will nevermore!