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She Sits Vacant-Eyed
Surely, surely, there is something for me, There is something to fill my spirit's measure. Winds tell, rains tell- Somewhere, somewhere is my treasure. They promised it me when a raven spoke Back in the reaches of maidenhood. He spoke for God, he spoke well- I am groping for what I then understood. Ten thousand pathways ran to treasure- The raven spoke, I saw the vision. Suns burn, moons burn- God, God! I am sitting in prison! Surely, surely, there is something for me- There is something to fill my spirit whole. Sun, burn! sun, burn! Pity me, make a blaze of my soul!