Wit Thee I Wish
Nor end neither beginning of knot peers
The twain of them knotty thither
you and I, spirits two cognate yet queer
Soul of twain nameless, unknown
Besought she den one fine
Gaze at thy eyes let me
Beautiful and pure they are
Whilst gaze they back to mine
Reach thro' them let me
Mine cannot hold, no more
Reach thy soul they wish
As pure as tear she is
Touch thy heart I wish
Touch and feel wi' eyes mine
Stories fairy thither lay
Lead to thee promise they me
Of heart and soul to know you
Dub thee then I shall
flower flowing on surface art thou
Or a deep down the ocean purl aglow
Tanja
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