The wondrous moment of our meeting...
Still I remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.
In hopeless ennui surrounding,
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.
Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.
My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet --
Dull fence around, dark vault above --
D
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.
Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.
In ecstasy my heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and filled, it is greeting
The fire, and tears, and love alive.
About the Creator
The hidden chronicles.
In the heart of an ancient library, where dust danced in the shafts of sunlight and the musty scent of parchment filled the air, there lay a collection of books unlike any other. These were the hidden chronicles – tales shrouded in mystery, their pages whispering secrets untold to all but the most intrepid of readers.Among those who dared to venture into the depths of the library was a young scholar named Oliver. With a thirst for knowledge that burned brighter than the sun, he spent his days immersed in the study of history, seeking to unravel the enigmas of the past that lay buried beneath layers of time and obfuscation.One fateful day, as Oliver pored over the ancient tomes that lined the shelves, he stumbled upon a volume that seemed to beckon to him with a siren's call. Its cover, worn and weathered with age, bore no title or inscription, yet Oliver sensed that within its pages lay the key to unlocking the mysteries that had long eluded him.With trembling hands, he lifted the book from its resting place and began to read. The words danced before his eyes, weaving a tapestry of intrigue and wonder that pulled him deeper into the labyrinth of its narrative.As he turned page after page, Oliver discovered a tale unlike any he had encountered before – a story of forbidden knowledge and ancient secrets, whispered only in hushed tones by those who dared to speak its name.It spoke of a lost civilization, hidden from the annals of history by the passage of time and the machinations of fate. Its people were said to possess knowledge beyond comprehension, wielding powers that defied the laws of nature and reason.But with great power came great peril, and the civilization's downfall was wrought by their own hubris and ambition. Their secrets, once guarded with the utmost zeal, were scattered to the winds, their legacy consigned to the realm of myth and legend.As Oliver delved deeper into the story, he became consumed by a fervor unlike any he had known before. He scoured the library for clues, piecing together fragments of forgotten lore in a desperate bid to uncover the truth hidden within the pages of the ancient tome.But the more he searched, the more elusive the truth became, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He found himself caught in a web of deception and half-truths, his quest for knowledge leading him down paths fraught with danger and deceit.Yet even in the face of adversity, Oliver pressed onward, driven by a conviction that burned brighter than any flame. For he knew that the secrets contained within the hidden chronicles held the key to understanding the mysteries of the world – and perhaps even to unlocking the secrets of his own soul.As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Oliver's obsession with the hidden chronicles consumed him utterly. He neglected his studies, his friendships, and even his own well-being, all in pursuit of a truth that remained tantalizingly out of reach.But just when all hope seemed lost, Oliver stumbled upon a clue that would change everything. Hidden within the pages of an obscure manuscript, he found a cryptic inscription that hinted at the location of the lost civilization – a place beyond the boundaries of the known world, where truth and fiction blurred into one.With newfound determination coursing through his veins, Oliver set out on a journey that would take him to the farthest reaches of the earth and beyond. Guided by the whispers of the hidden chronicles, he braved treacherous seas, forbidding mountains, and darkened forests teeming with ancient magic.And as he stood upon the threshold of the lost civilization, with the secrets of the ages spread out before him like a tapestry woven by the hands of destiny, Oliver knew that he had finally uncovered the truth that had eluded him for so long.For in the pages of the hidden chronicles, he had found not only the answers he sought, but also a truth far greater than any he could have imagined – the truth that some mysteries are meant to remain untold, hidden in the shadows of time for eternity.
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