MORELLA'S POETRY
Broken Dreams
Broken dreams lay scattered about me,
Like pillows in my darksome bed;
I kiss each night my absent lover,
And lay to rest my hope so dead.
A memory not dared remembered
Of passion never quite forgot,
Is daylight waking's ceaseless sorrow,
Is nighttime dreaming's ev'ry plot.
Ah Death! 'tis now you seem the closest,
Oh boon companion, lifelong friend;
Bear to me thy darkened freedom:
Bring this madness to an end!
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