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how long till my heart will overflow
To rush the tide and undertow
The beckon call a serenade
You hear its calling deep aubade
Cross fields of green and shadowed brook
T’was a lonely peasant’s heart you took
I hear your cry sing loud and clear
T’is the future I shall not fear
My will be done, a silent cheer
Our time, my love, is growing near…

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Runatyr avatar General Stranger

October 30, 2005

Runatyr

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Greetings and salutations,

That first line is not making any sense to me, grammatically or otherwise.

“it’s” should be “its” if it’s a possessive calling, but it’s not entirely clear what you’re going for there.

The idea of the aubade and the parting lovers seems to be the core of the poem.  I think if you focus on that and cut the affected Early Modern English out, you’ll have a stronger piece here.

Some merit here, though it also merits a revision.  Thank you for the opportunity to comment!  :)

~Jeff

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