Who knocks on my door, yet again,
On this nocturnal hour, who stands at my gate,
Who does he seek?
'Twas many a vernal day ago
That youthful sojourner visited me.
Plunged my soul, anxious so,
Into the unfathomable sea of glee.
This dark hour of a drizzly, lonely night,
The rain pours down while I
Let the storm put out my light,
In my cottage decrepit, sit vigilantly by.
O unknown guest, thy song and tone,
Are in unison with my innermost chord.
Wonder if I too may with you join
And lose myself in this darkness unbound.
good choice of words!
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