July 19, 2006


  • Written 2/9/05


    Oh thou comely face, countenance divine,


    sweet breath escapes from thy parted flower,


    music bred of the most gentle power,


    my heart; clay molded in a hand of thine.


    Be merciful, please oh! angelic touch!


    Of ice be this heart yet with fire it burns


    for thee, love, for thee causes eye to turn,


    to look, oh precious glimpse for which I search!


    Star of day, sun of night, dream of my wake,


    life of my sleep, sky below my tired feet,


    I’d sail the earth ’round, walk seas but to greet


    thee, and pray this heart thou choose to take


    within thine own breast so both might reside


    ever in love, in beat, e’er side by side.

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