When All The Springs

When all the springs of joy have joined with fire,
When body’s breath is mixed with mind’s desire,
Then hand and will write pages purged of fate
And all love’s words are poems that satiate.
Yet I will write me more, till you be won,
Or love out-blaze the shining stars and sun.
The handwork of my purpose bounds and leaps,
Pens upward ever higher, grows and flows,
Till wakefulness rebels eye-tired sleeps,
And rays of love break into night-dawn shows.
Through lonely pass where your rare fairness thrives,
Grown wond’rously from self-foundation sure,
I swear my pen to pages kept alive
To sing your beauty’s height forevermore!

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