Immortality: here I lie
Seeking the purity of your tranquil eye,
Drowned in the tendrils of your kiss,
Wistfully pardoned by beauty and bliss.
The fair, emerald hills with their crescents on fire
With summer white wind and stolen desire,
And the memory of God when he came in creation,
Leaving the gnarls of land to the nation.
If I, merely human, found heaven on earth,
I would pass by the pleasures of happiness' hearth,
And wander forever on immortal plains,
Brushed by the amethyst lights of the rains.
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