With in a November dreary, I sat and wondered, tired and teary
over many a memory of a time before she was stole
Where I froze, surely weeping, suddenly there came a warming
as if some one gently wrapping, wrapping around my shattered soul –
“Is some angle,” I whispered, “covering my hopeless soul –
my soul, now black as coal”
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak November
and each separate falling leaf shown its decay upon the ground
Eagerly I wished for the morrow; weakly I fought the sorrow
From my past memories of pleasure, my memories I am bound
For the rare and radiant maiden whom I once, by chance, found
now she lay, deep in the ground
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each gust outside
Swallowed me – filled me with fantastic sorrows never felt before;
So that now, to calm the breaking of my heart, I sat muttering,
“ 'Tis some angel trying to comfort my shattered soul,
Some gracious angel trying to save my lost soul.
My soul, now black as coal.”
Presently my breath grew longer, feeling somewhat stronger,
“Miss,” said I, “or M'lady, your pity I must ignore;
But the truth is, I am weeping, but so soothing was your warming,
And so lightly you come wrapping, wrapping around my shattered soul,
That I was unsure you were even there.” There I remembered how she was stole
left only, with my soul black as coal.
There in my darkness I was, long I sat there, wondering, shaking
Remembering, quaking in sorrows no mortal ever dared be in before;
But my silence stood unbroken, and the pain went unspoken,
The silence broke by softly spoken the whispered word
Mimi?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
“Mimi” in the darkness evermore.
Still I stood in my room aching, all my soul within me mourning,
Soon again I feel the wrapping, somewhat warmer than before,
“Surely,” Said I, “surely, im just imagining all this
I must have lost it, like I lost my bliss, on the morn I lost her
Let my heart rest a moment, as my memories of her stir
The darkness still where I prefer”.
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