[BNP/E3, 79¹ – 2]

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The thought of her is as {…} caress

Given on the pale lips of imagining,

|A gentle parasite| of my distress

That to its trunk {…} doth cling.

     It is a feather on the wing

     That leads me unto Nothingness.

The thought of her is as the stars at night

As gentle glooms upon the face of day

A thought of ill that doth itself affright

A glimpse of good that leads my soul away

     To {…}

1906

___ Alexander Search