All night I wrestled1 with a memory
Which knocked insurgent2 at the gates of thought.
The crumbled3 wreck4 of years behind has wrought
Its disillusion5; now I only cry
For peace, for power to forget the lie
Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought
The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught
With old emotions weeping silently.
I heard your voice again, and knew the things
Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt.
I felt your clinging hands while night's broad wings
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn
A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt6.
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.
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