The Dark Haired Lady by John Hale Whose dream I dreamt with draws of fear, of love, of truth unlike any other spectre I saw to the bowels of myself and youth through the darkness of stars and the stellar of morning did she appear before me as a lithe, dark haired lover with hair blacker than the night and lips of cherry embellishd wrought she of the pleasing cite from the origins of ways hellenic as if she were the radiant deity Sweetest helena before me yet some other to my candidity and not the fiction of fantasy but the orifice of sweetest glow whose mouth..stars did show the light of truth and lovely know ordaining my dream in hue the girl of my eye, the meadow of my perspective and tomorrows inscribed into the furrowed reach of yesterday into the aspirations i had that day into the sweeping eye of night tilled in the ethereal morning such did she refine my sight my dark haired maiden of eternity
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