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.
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.