A happy word from you has given
Me hope for health, and hint of heaven,
Through mending this infirmity
Which has afflicted bodily,
A kind of kind of soulful ostracism
As from myself has rent a schism,
Even since, young, my tongue was bound
Without words adequately found.
"Hello," you said, and I returned
The salutation, never spurned
That uncalled-forth solicitation
As seemed a kind of visitation.
Then like a ghost, away you fled,
And I was left with what you said,
A kind of absolution given
From hell's despair through hope of heaven.
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