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 deform├Ęd hand Have written strange defeatures In my face, the ground of my defeatures. I hazarded the loss of whom…