Sequel to Puzzle:

Around lofty subjects is his "gallent walk",
Turbulent thoughts be "controlled" by his grind,
Amidst tempests, he marches to his dock*,
Most vibrant of all, he-the silent MIND.

*dock - for all water vessels, the dock

Puzzle

The answer to this puzzle, do these verses guard,
His gallant walk as fluid as a roll,
He besieges the Uncontrolled, in his ward,
To serve his journey to the goal!

Who is he? Your views invited.

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It’s this sky that has embraced the lake in blue,
It’s the Sun that caresses the flower to bloom,
When miles so long, fail to Love’s piercing view,
What good, O Maiden, is this wall between rooms!!!

errrrr...now that's naughty! You would want to replace the last sentence with

O Maiden, this distant heart has thy love in loom!

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Me! A shodow to your esteemed frame,
my spread dictated by the Sun's path.
Then why is my littleness your jeering game,
and my hugeness, Distress's wrath?

Just as a shadow is a mere image of the frame and its size and spread is decided by the frame alone, so is one's predicament-be it joy or sorrow, is a result of one's own actions. Hence, one, oneself is responsible for it and can steer out of it.

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I and he, both in one frame,
the tale that is seen a ficticious dawn.
Is ever such fiction in nature's game,
that two peaks adorn one hill's crown??