More Precocious

More precocious, then of most!
Thou have known, thy will I host
As I bid thy thoughts in tread
To rest my limbs and tired head
Silently the stars appear
Gentle whispers disappear
When I close my eyes in sight
To quest thy verge, before my plight
Sleeping within this lonely whim
Watching pictures caught therein
As I awaken from deep within
Am I bound, alone in sin!

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