[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 55]

18-9-14

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All hearts lead to God…

My heart is a tale

Told before Time came

At night in a road

By a trawler pale

To one without name.

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I am all contained

In the tale he told…

What t’was I know not…

All he said is pained[1]

Through the dim did gold[2]

Of my constant thought.

Of my columned[3] thought

He said far away

From where ways can[4] go

In ever-young Queen

Dream of a {…} day

When a prince shall own

New life to her een.

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‘Tis as if a tale

I heard but part of…

But ‘twas over still

Yet my heart doth fail

At of the museum lose

I feel through on go.

Than the road night-pale

And that very love

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I was road and night

Another traveller

I was the Queen too…

Now and then I

And an old pain stirs

My sense of me through.

 
[1] pained /veined\
[2] Through the dim did gold /Like a small old /small cold\\
[3] Of my columned /In my halls of\
[4] where ways /where’er ways\ can /do\