The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Prometheus
Philip Claude Andermann
BECAUSE alone in night
I saw the lonely.
Because I stole the fire of stars t' warm them,
I burned with weariness
when at last revived they shone like dawn;
but then I saw the sun was mine,
would never set inside me,
the sun which rose alone.
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