Fantasie upon John Donneland II
sweet is another name for bittersoft; if you believe me,
stay and listen to a score more words of frets and necks with hands entwin’d and fingers touching,
a moment’s eternal circulation of your iris
while you wonder the seconds away, away, away
why stay, stay, a second more will break that chord
will break that cord that circumscribes your heart and hides me from you,
you would but blink once more, take a short, high breath
rise-and-fall, rise-and-fall soft murmurs of my sighs,
I am no more, am no more
of the hopeful colours to your eyes
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