march morn born of heaven rolled stone, opened door death has lost it’s sting forever fated by an ancient war angels play insurgent tunes

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

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