IN SEASONS OF

In seasons of

Pleasure
In her language
I live

Seemliest, fairest.
She,
My power
A gracious chance which I have received
Know
All others removed

in her light

hue/hair
her eyes
With lovely face upon me

she smiled

I turn
therefore towards love,

Lady,
Longing has come upon me
With clever
excellence
And a neck,  beauty whiter
than any maiden seen.

Wooing in morning

worn out from waking

Alive as in action. Happy-

Full.

Oh heart, oh love

Do not deprive me
For I have been worrying long since,
Endured for a time

Waiting.

Woman,

Fairest beneath her clothing
A song
Of she

A song of us

Now sung
By the lark

And the mourning doves
Where time is patient

And our patience time

Ours awakened
Ours now
And for-ever.
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R.M. Engelhardt 2011