Those who mock to harm our love's delight Shake down scolding looks from imperious heights That love alone, aux deux, transmutes to royal: Thus uncrowned was I till plucked from the soil. 5 Your solid eyes invested me with dreams, And saw me kingly who had pauper's seams; Your mouth that said my name loosed appealing bells And rang me up from my thrown-down well. Now steadfast in our fortress of delight 10 We x-ray out low mockers from our tight height, And listen to no breeze that is not loyal And blows us blonde kisses from brune soil. Locked alone above together where all things are clear, We long to fall to where mixed things adhere.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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