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When Heaven Is Hell (Free verse) by Brennan
Two tears adjoined on tip to tip
So marks the stay upon my rest
Where yonder shine of Heaven's gates
Found I and all my trappings blessed
Of silver lining, trimmed with gold
Are satin sheets upon my bed
And sure is here the finest sleep
That ever did I rest my head
Yet whence I woke this early morn
On sunrise bright of colors fair
So looked I next unto my side
But sleeping you were never there
The silver tray that lays afar
Held all the fruits of angel true
Enchanted flask of sweetened wine
And nectar flower's honey dew
But as contentment smiles broad
This courteous intention shown
I see whereon resides my feast
Is set for one and one alone
The roses smell not so as sweet
The moon grows not so full at night
The rivers flow not so as smooth
And every star shines not as bright
And passing moments on my cloud
May watching I the sun decline
Unbroken tears upon me flow
To wish you once again were mine
For wrapped up here in pleasure's warmth
My emptiness forever will
For lasting is my only need
If had I once a single greed
For you in life and for you still
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