The Cliffs of Dolor

Along the Cliffs of Dolor
I saw, through mists of rue,
A figure circumpolar
That always stayed in view.

A lurking constellation
That hung both day and night —
Bright sorrow’s steady station:
It’s never out

Of sight

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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