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See, I may write a thousand rhymes
With my lyrical tranquil art,
And weave thy name on threads of time
To melt thy ardent heart.
To please thy tender heart my dear,
I may sing a thousand songs,
That soothe for aye each trembling tear
And heal the antique wrongs.
But neither the lines nor melodic grace
Of saccharine songs in tune,
Can ever depict thy occult face
Beneath the idyllic moon.
And neither the words nor lyrical charms
In the waves of rhythmic sea,
Can ever express the love that comes
From me and goes to thee.
For it seems that I have loved to thee
In a countless modes and ways,
And we love with a love greater than we
Which is beyond the nights and days.
Which is beyond the diurnal moves my dear,
Of this seraphic baffling Sphere;
A love so young, a love so true
After thousand mystic years.
And it seems that all the potions deep
In the Earth’s eternal sea,
Carry for aye my secret ship
In the magic shores of thee.
For in every star and every place,
And every lyrical line;
I find thy tranquil mystic face
Ere the eyes of mine.
And with every breath and every beat,
In every purple year;
Through echoing woods and echoing streets
Thy silent voice I hear.
And thy fragrance so slow unfurls
The secrets of my breast,
Like gilded stones and sparkling pearls
As keys open the chests.
And it seems that I have loved to thee,
Yeah loved forever high!
For thousand moons and thousand springs
Under the endless sky.
And we have danced hand in hand
Amidst a thousand hearts,
And promised to straighten every bend,
And never ever to part.
So kiss to me, my fragrant rose,
The melody of my soul;
Let us break the chains of woes,
And blend for aye as whole.
And lock for aye our virgin bloods
With the iron gates of trust,
And sing forever, O sweet bird
With the hot rhythms of lust.
And neither death nor evil powers
Will dare to part our hearts,
For our love shall live in sacred flowers
Immortalized by arts!