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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