I breathe, in ecstasy of you
Agnised of my drawn soul;
Too oft imbibed, indulged
And withal rendered whole
O, speak! to chaliced pinna
That shiver in the timbre
Of your susurrant whispers;
All Heaven may concur,
In an instant. Nigh ambrosian!
When unfeigned eyes arise
And drink in arrant truths,
That weave love's ageless ties.
GOOD WORK
ON HERE I LOVED IT