Incomplete Thought

The countenance of a wearied mindFlickers in the candlelightFlitting round from thought to thoughtThose in the shadows, those iron-wroughtWondering if thine heart is blindOr simply has incomplete sightIf one only sees what one has boughtIf one can recall only what one sought

The Smiling Elf-Child

Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam

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