Verse in rhyme.

A bridge of sighs

Surmounts the streams

That trickle dry

In floating dreams,

And then forge on

In westering trails

That face the sun

That the dawn impales

With forward streams

Of newborn light,

Incandescent beams

Of sweet delight -

They reach the bank

Of breaking sighs

That bower thanks

In crucial guise.

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