Riled to rage against the night,
Sigh to see what eyes cannot,
To know the depths of heaven’s might.
Perchance to see the eyes of God,
Witness bequeathing of the rain,
But forget not most bitter rod,
Constrained contractions of Love’s pain.
Tainted eyes see tainted skies,
The fallen stars illuminate,
The darkest lie, a darker cry,
To hinder hinge of wisdom’s gate.
In anguish writhe our thoughts below,
But of heaven’s tears, cannot know.
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