Monday, September 19, 2016

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WITH HOST CRUEL DINE
Empty and most hungry,
you pine girl, you long.
Who will be your love ?
Will there soon be merry song ?

You light both the candles
then sit down to dine
with your cruel host, Loneliness,
and his dark-red wine,

while your heart oozes
to the so sad strings
of the phantom player's fiddle,
and to his strange music clings.

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