::L's p0EM::::

I love HER with the seasons, 

with the winds,
As the stars worship,

as anemones
Shudder in secret for the sun, 

as bees
Buzz round an open flower: in all kinds

My love is perfect,

and in each SHE finds
HERself the goal: then why, 

intent to tease
And rob HER delicate spirit of its ease,
Hates SHE to range me with inconstant minds?
If SHE should die,

if I were left at large 

 

 

On earth without HER-I, 

on earth, the same
Quick mortal with a thousand cries, 

her spell
She fears would break

And I confront the charge
as sorrowing, 

and as careless of my fame
As Christ intact before the infidel... 

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