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FROM morn to midnight, all day through,
I laugh and play as others do,
I sin and chatter, just the same
As others with a different name.
And all year long upon the stage,
I dance and tumble and do rage
So vehemently, I scarcely see
The inner and eternal me.
I have a temple I do not
Visit, a heart I have forgot,
A self that I have never met,
A secret shrine—and yet, and yet
This sanctuary of my soul
Unwitting I keep white and whole,
Unlatched and lit, if Thou should’st care
To enter or to tarry there.
With parted lips and outstretched hands
And listening ears Thy servant stands,
Call Thou early, call Thou late,
To Thy great service dedicate
- by Moonlitwalker |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/04/2008 |
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- Title: Within
- Artist: Moonlitwalker
- Description: you'll find out soon enough
- Date: 12/04/2008
- Tags: within
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Comments (2 Comments)
- ZombiexBunny - 12/04/2008
- I agree.. I love your usage of Old English XD
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- Skyfeather323 - 12/04/2008
- I really like this. Very well written.
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