In life, in death ere in your debt a beggar shall I be The longer you shall shun my face

How then I found in you a balm to salve a ripp’d-torn heart It was your little ears, your eyes celestial works of art Or was it your affections, kind

this morning I was drafted by your eyes blue as blue can be who are you child spawn of love’s

behind the earth’s long summoning… falls to evening dappled light day’s contingent feats and flounde… bid adieu to wandering light fate’s forebodings yet unknown