The Bride of Sir Patrick Spens

      Lip to lip and hand to hand we meet 
      Where wet moon drives down to drown,--- 
      Eyes blown wide when the lightning strike 
      Silks terror to the ground. 
5     Come away, love, court the storm  
      Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. 
      Say this tempest tempts me now 
      Who did not love's thought invent, 
      Nor I the one shall ever finish it, 
10    Though it pull at the whirl of my brow. 
      Come away, love, court the storm  
      Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. 
      Say that lightning the night pulls down 
      Crosses like two hearts in love; 
15    Which rich greatness first had the name 
      The other must content to be emblem of? 
      Come away, love, court the storm  
      Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. 
      All night your hand blazes where it had slept; 
20    Midnight's undone, and our kisses heap,--- 
      For in the spirit we are tried and kept 
      And from spirit to spirit leap. 
      Come away, love, court the storm  
      Our nights lay wrapped with the worm. 
25    O Love where's comfort, where's land, where's sea, 
      That touches not the nothing of your hand? 
      I am all things where all things meet 
      In the original of your eye. 
      Come away, love, court the storm  
30    Our nights lay wrapped with the worm.

 

From the collection "The Rose Lasso"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.