Bat's make me happy, you, not so much

Perhaps I must staunch a human heart;

Though they may torture to make a start.

They'll press the heart with gentle heart,

Love, for faith and peace to part.

Renew that rest, that thoughtless heart,

Love, like the tempest that strikes a part,

Thrust her heart to that fragile chain;

Love was trembling, faintly sweeping

Floating on the sweet wild tide;

Up their lips would never leap upward

If they knew the faithful heart;

Up their lips would never break,

Drink to them in that fearful hour.

Black with the strength that could not die,

To clasp the precious words of light,

That binds our hearts to usher's night.

Yet, like the vision of those light,

I gaze upon their sight;

I see them as the bright black shadows

Beyond their sight, a silent light.

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