BEAR
in your mind O’ dear
Those
little words beaded with love
Of
this heart of mine rapture
And
muffled whispers of my soul too
Words
are not mere words
They
are the psalms cast on you
Not
shrouded in spears nor swords
Save
sweets and sugar
Orb
of your beauty galore
That
even poets would be baffled
And
bring moon and stars to sore
While
soft-winged cherubs croon in choir
The
peasants gather with scythes and spades
And
dance and uncork wine bottles
And
honour you raw until dusky even shade
When
lords and ladies join in too
The
tramps and shepherds place their flutes
Over
their bosoms and play no more
Nor
spendthrift sons work their lutes
As
they long to hear your soft utterance
But
if only with them I could commune
That
you like no men who like you
To
love you is to build castles in dune
Aught
but not a heart you possess
Beauty
without heart is misery
If
only you could cultivate love
You
would glow in all pageantry
Of
this earth and heaven
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