ASTROLOGY. 
 
A LONELY spirit seeks the midnight hour, 
When souls have power 
To cast away one moment bonds of clay, 
And touch the day 
With pallid wistful lips beyond the earth, 
And bring to birth 
New thoughts with which life long has travailed ; 
As if one dead 
Should rise and utter secrets of the tomb, 
And from hell’s womb 
Or heaven’s breast bring all the load of fears, 
Toils of long years, 
Sorrows of life and agonies of death, 
Hard caught-up breath, 
The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of 
shame, 
The gloomy flame 
 
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