Don't let me fall
into the catacombs;
the dark therein.
A debris of angels' wings
in tatters an ancient sigh,
don't let me look there.
But I look, and they fall
strike my eyes,
but I am not bitter.
Fall, dearest
fall away,
let it go.
At length, and above high
brilliant and small,
a light.
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