Deep-Heart

So brave, the soul still marches on,
Till all that be, and been, be gone,
Till sun not seen to greet the dawn,
Till dreamless sleep shall creep upon

A gash of gloom, from womb to tomb
What good, from this, should love exhume?
A still heart cries, in desperate doom
Curled up, denied, inside my room

I deeper breathe, and hollow heart
Broke earth and bone, upon my start
Deeper, deeper, and soon depart
I rest in peace here, part by part
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