There did once burn
a wonderous want
that never spurned,
nor churned to haunt.
The desire made
a loved palace,
rose not guilded,
sturdy steadfast.
o'er the kingdom
celestial might
ceased no reason,
and paused no light.
Pining pillars
upheld the joy,
formed the shelter,
sinister destroyed.
The gleaming gold
of its two thrones,
ne'er somber held,
nor cold condoned.
Yet some decree,
of higher might,
did so cruelly
defile the light.
The heaven sung
a final hymn,
burly it hung
as it last chimed.
Though did it last,
the melody?
Or was it cast
to wicked sea?
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