no more of enced days.

    Your eyes  mans  ablaze

    And you have had your will of him.

    Are you not  ways?

    Above the smoke of praise

    Goes up from ocean rim to rim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    Our broken cries and mournful lays

    Rise in one eucic hymn.

    Are you not  ways?

    hile sacrificing hands upraise

    to the brim.

    tell no more of enced days.

    And still you hold our longing gaze

    ith languorous look and lavish limb!

    Are you not  ways?

    tell no more of enced days.

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