WHAT AM I WITHOUT THEE?
WHAT AM I WITHOUT THEE?
What am I without thee?
A starless moon that bathes its sky
in an inky gloom?
a lonesome home
a saddest song —
Dumbest a melody of its own!
What am I without thee?
But a wearied lark,
in a world afar,
a broken wing,
a multiverse of war!—
How it flaps and flies. . .
Alas, how it sobs and dies!
Oh, What am I without thee?
but a nightingale might
in a leafless tree
a harp untuned in
crowded highways
a hymn unsung
a tear uncried
a heart unloved
and a death undied.
What am I without Thee
but a fish swum
in the thirst-stricken desert
a bird flown against the
the waves
a glorious mirth in elegy
a sensefool lines of
rhapsody.
Without Thee, I am a What.
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