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