Let your face be my book wherein I'll read How all the weaves of fate come to bleaching rags; With pen no more will I unleash these inky bleeds Or stain any whiteness with what my cross heart has done. 5 How in love's upright beginning can we read its fallen end? Cancelled are all other griefs--- there are none! To wrap this majestic disaster in a dulling flag And bear the freighted body to where the water bends. Inhearse with disdaining sighs these love-looks 10 I cannot live and otherwise disperse, For bottled ecstasy will make a sot of the earth And mountains toss like daffodils on the vintage therein locked And bluehearts dance in charters of such bloods; And rhythmless dirt shall be by your swaying swayed.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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