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The Poet and The River

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From John Clare where the river speaks � �
Voicing the murmurs of a fearful Styx � �
Where a soul damned to bear the glooms � �
Of life's torments and the mortal dooms � �
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I hear your verse, poet of the lonely voice � �
Solitary drifter, roaming the stark solitude � �
I hear your lament from the first ever love � �
The star-crossed lover from the grievous blows � �
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I see the burden weigh heavy on your heart � �
Like Atlas, carrying the heavens on his back � �
Forlorn and solely loitering in the vast plains � �
Heartless humans, Elysium within Nature's bed � �
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I am�yet what I am, a man of water and dust; � �
Heavenly spirited and in this mortal mold cast: � �
I am the self-consumer of my prose and verse � �
Nothing, but arrogance and ignorance, i curse � �
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Still is my river abundantly flowing with life � �
Restless motion for an never-ending poetic strife � �
Until the last drop of breath then i shall shed � �
And then lie forever peacefully, on eternal bed