No,
no make your partners mystery’s-
wakeful
shadow when heaven weeping
drops
cutting a morning rose
rave
peerless eyes
beauty
whose had pleasure sips
delight
has seen none
against
the sadness of trophies
that
time claims but has not won
immortal
verse leaving no moral
youth
still another hundred pages
woo
thee thy smiles where sought
by
the unheard murmuring men
and
other worshipers of the day
passion
and mirth before
fair maid of your soul
heaven
too see them
seated
under daisies
their
heads in summer spring and fall
not
a senseless philosophic number
histories
high teach us earth born
speak
sorrow passion glory shame
every
day wisdom left your soul
lived
in regions new
ail
thee wither sing
fall
has come
ail
thee harvest’s done
anguish
fast
met
full beautiful a child
dreamed
pale
who
cried warming gasping wide
the
last four lines
withered
no bird sings
discovery
the realms of gold
she
holds them pure serene
watcher
of the new planets and stars
silent
perhaps for her there is hope
flowers
mind the pleasant weed
he
rests beside there shrills
a strange
warmth as they cling to him
to
keep bright stars with them
soft-fallen
mask to gaze endlessly
sweet
unrest to bathe within emotion
and
avoid its death
souls
happy
drink
the wine of daisy and smelling the rain
that
had come
a
new old sigh,
tavern
of the minds spoke filled with
the
ancient story felicity
you
cannot north go,
the
east does not please you
the
west a cruller slumber settling
the
south a passed joy
steel
it from the rosary
his
prayer strange words
that
know only stone castles
and
not the barren maiden
the
sculptured dead sweet Venus
imprisoned
in black
Northward
Aged
and poor only wearing golden tongue
The
joys still sung upon pages
With
pictures of landscapes
The
door was wide
Angels
did come
All
to human their wings crossed
Triumphs
gay
Of
old romance
Old
dames speak
Their
beauties, lily white, passed
With
upward eyes to the ground
This
whim
Pass
by to be the child
That
picture the petals
And
sigh at the passing of another year
Breathing
quick and short
She
sighs pain restored
Fair
fancy each moment still young
Beside
him worship unseen
But
read so easily
Old
beldame she knew his face
Cursed
thee tame like a ghost
Away
good saints follow me
Brushing
secret pillars
In
a witches mind
Full
of mazes of times
A
simple enemy to defeat
The
aged word the riddle book
Because
they could not understand
Enchantments
legends old
Pray
good angels
No
harm come to her
Find
grace a poor prayers gentle speech
burning
deep of sorrow of promise
pale
never do demons pay their depth it seemed
that
they to shared in wishes
lady
stood slowly passed
eyes
dim she turned she comes
out
went
