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SadJohn Armistead Collier

Possessed

No human heart to beat in unison with mine, No kindred soul to share the melodies divine That sweep across me— I am forlorn: A wanderer on earth as one possessed, Enraptured with a Vision by mortal eyes unseen, Not yet a living Dream, Nor dead,—but struggling To be born— I live unknown, unloved, unblest!
SadJohn Armistead Collier

Feathers and Dust

Ah God! is it gone Again— My rapture and Dream! Have I clutched Once more At the wing of an angel To find a bird That is seeking a nest? And my hands They are filled With feathers and dust And my eyes With dust and tears— And my heart Is sunk in the earth. How long
SadJohn Armistead Collier

Wanton

That was a wonderful flower You planted in my breast With careless hand As if in jest To tear it out again Before it blossomed. The seeds of love you scatter So wantonly Fell upon my open heart With the promise and the power To bring forth something worthy To care for and to cherish Through the years— Ruthlessly you left it By the wayside To perish
SadJohn Armistead Collier

A Note in Discord

I know not how it fares with thee, Good friend, but thus it is with me: I would that I might cease to be. A weakly wretch whose every breath Is mingled with a groan, a curse, A sigh for higher life—or Death: Borne on by some inherent trust, Accursed faith, or some vain hope— I live: and yet unfeeling dust I'd rather be, the senseless clod, Than be the thing I am, or seem— Whim of Nature, freak of God! And still I cling to this my crust Of life, and live—as if I must: The chains that bind me here will rust Before I break them. Like a slave

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