Should my love forsake me this night,
I would pour the sallow from my eyes.
I would wake the angels with truculent fists
And mock their smoldering cries.
The dainty waves of the tremulous sea
Would rise above the dismal
truth
And plunder the ships headed for glory
Led by dreaming youths.
The diamonds of the ancient mines would shatter
Beneath my deafening step.
The albatross would fall to the sea
And the fires of the sun would scorch
the Earth,
Knowing I had wept.
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