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    𐐯𐑊 𐑅𐐴 𐐿𐐫𐑍𐑉𐐭
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  1. Nocturne by Sadakichi Hartmann is one of my favorite poems of all time--it actually gave me goosebumps when I first read it. The composition is just *chef's kiss*

    Simply copy-pasted this time so I don't butcher it with my...interesting handwriting.

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    Upon the silent sea-swept land
         The dreams of night fall soft and gray, 
              The waves fade on the jeweled sand
                   Like some lost hope of yesterday.

    The dreams of night fall soft and gray
         Upon the summer-colored seas,
              Like some lost hope of yesterday,
                   The sea-mew’s song is on the breeze.

    Upon the summer-colored seas
         Sails gleam and glimmer ghostly white,
              The sea-mew’s song is on the breeze
                   Lost in the monotone of night.

    Sails gleam and glimmer ghostly white,
         They come and slowly drift away,
              Lost in the monotone of night,
                   Like visions of a summer-day.

    They shift and slowly drift away
         Like lovers’ lays that wax and wane,
              The visions of a summer-day
                   Whose dreams we ne’er will dream again.

    Like lovers’ lays wax and wane
         The star dawn shifts from sail to sail,
              Like dreams we ne’er will dream again;
                   The sea-mews follow on their trail.

    The star dawn shifts from sail to sail,
         As they drift to the dim unknown,
              The sea-mews follow on their trail
                   In quest of some dreamland zone.

    In quest of some far dreamland zone,
         Of some far silent sea-swept land,
              They are lost in the dim unknown,
                   Where waves fade on jeweled sand
                        And dreams of night fall soft and gray,
                             Like some lost hope of yesterday.

     

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