Solely and supreme I held thee
On sparkling, serene seas
Of yesteryears and forgotten lore;
The burnings of the heart and its roar—
But I have lost sight: my woeful pleas.
For what I have known of love
And the flights of splendid doves
Has been dashed by Time
And its reign; and the bitter clime
Of fate cast by the Above.
Now I tremble in sight of thy countenance,
And to give double mine own essence
Would be no great a price to pay if once again
Grace would resurrect and stay this pain.—
But alas! the pall is still and absolute the consequence.
M.M. — Februarius MMIX; edited December MMXI
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