of errors

So like the other
As could not be
Before the always wind-obeying deep

His wished light
I labored of a love to see.
My soul should sue as advocate for thee.

I to the world
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds
So doubtfully. Not feel his meaning:

What ruins are
In me that can be found—
This sure uncertainty, the offered fallacy.

Look sweet. Speak fair.
Become disloyalty.
Labor you to wander in an unknown field

In sap-consuming winter’s drizzled snow
Where time’s deformèd hand
Have written strange defeatures

In my face, the ground
of my defeatures.
I hazarded the loss of whom I loved.

So cracked and splitted my poor tongue.