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A love poem |
| Beloved, may your sleep be sound As on a quiet curtained loft Of such a down as does make soft Your dreams and peaceful thoughts around. If I had pow'r to send a word! A word so perfect in its form That anxious fears would flee your world And tax your lovely soul no more. Alas, I have not such a power For fear does grip my edges too But greater one than I, said true That fear can't live where love does flower. Beloved wrack your soul for love For though we love there is one higher That ours is just a picture of Like sudden spark is to a fire. |