Poem -
“Tis Whom - thy shadow?”
“`Tis` whom- thy shadow?``
Tis` thou,
Thy blasphemous shadow creeping, percolating-
Whilom thy goddess of me light,
So sing! From a timbrel- Ye scurvy,
And blast, blast, blast! to a grim thither;
Tis she,
Thy burgess of thee scruple,
But certes, thy a scaramouch,
Yede to thy shadows,
Shadows of twain dreams;
And Tis I,
Believe thereinto- the dream!
Dream of light and that of peccant illusion,
Begone swith, shadows of doom;
Stop- so to stop,
Break- and to break!
Tis I - parfay a poltroon;
Thy shadow.
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