Subject: Ode to Thee
The pale oval of your face
Fram'd by the blackness o'er
Tis like the moon, ensconced
In black. pitiless night
And I, a Traveler amid the ruined
storm wracked midnight bier,
my face upward, mortified, turned
to the cold, heartless, raven light.
My eyes, lidless, gaze into thine,
My guide, my love, my endless night!