The earth sops the rain and is made no richer,
Drinks deeply, languidly, then returns to sleep.
In pitch black, alone night the tears uncounted
Fall softly and unnoticed in lovelorn deeps
Beyond houses, past hearts in hazy twilight.
Mute midnight sobs for once, then composes this,
The world's careless din; and its ululating
song ebbs among the swells and transposes all.
Confined lovers weep, quivering in darkness
While feckless fate so brutal sequesters each
Entrapped soul apart; dreaming, fretting, praying:
Cries power, intervention of godly grace,
Uplift them from long nights alone while fearing
Death threatens their beloved, and every day
Without him is pain. Though assured and holding
Fast, pledge of love held high for his lover's eyes,
He must grapple, must war against the dungeon's
Reach; all around when he isn't here is bleak.
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