Non-Erotic PoetrySP Essence #5The happiest days oppress
my life has not the passion to be deep!
Heaven is the thistledown of pictures sung
to unremembered hearts.
I think that turned my poet's soul
from a stoup of things within my mind.
A serving-man I've now become.
Seeking nods from above.
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