A Pair of Stanzas

My words fell on silent ears.

My hymns in sorrow’s tears.

All alone I stand in the grass,

Where the flowers bloom no more.

 

What the flames, what the fire,

What dread night, what dread dire,

What the hand doth feed thy mouth,

What the fingertips burned and doused?

 

 

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