Hopeless Heart


I hope no more for coming things,
.of houses, lands and soil,
nor praise that which my heart oft sings;
..no passions in me boil.
Instead I only long for sleep:
….no dreams with blood and toil.
Yea, happily I’ll dive in deep.
…..No more than a gargoyle.

I’ll let the world dissolve to ash,
……my vision burn away,
for all the future fame and cash
…….is born in loveless day.
There’s no companion by my side,
……..no partner in my play,
and no one in whom I confide.
………So without hope I pray.

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