Things I have not seen…
But wish that someday I shall…
In another life…
In another time…
Although my faith is lacking…
I want the next life…
So I may see you…
Dance for me, and play for me…
As never I’ve known….
Things I have not seen…
But wish that someday I shall…
In another life…
In another time…
Although my faith is lacking…
I want the next life…
So I may see you…
Dance for me, and play for me…
As never I’ve known….
Of mee, my love, hath she my bounty seen,
And hath she of this bounty seen but all;
Hath seen, as heard, and felt, my music play;
If that I love, or that were truly mine;
Hath watched me towering creations glean,
In theory penned, or realised, standing tall;
Hath known the speed at which, once under way,
Some skill, once undertaken, I refine;
Hath seen me write of love, or vent my spleen;
With verse or prose delight her or appal;
Hath she the whole of me, in full display;
Doth praise; with admiration, doth enshrine.
Between such adulation and enthral;
Pray, shall I tell, of that I know, of thine?
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She has seen it all.
Everything I know and do…
Everything I am…
Everything I’ve done…
And it has all been for her…
She has seen it all.
My love, to shadowlands, again thou dost
Return; I may not see, I may not know
These lands wherein thou wanderest; what light
Enchanted dost thou follow through the mist.
Though taken fancy hence where fancy must,
I may not follow thee where thou, below
Might sink beneath; nor even take to flight,
Nor feel what sky thou touched, nor what thou kist.
Nor may perceive, but that they turn to dust,
Such shadowed forms, where shadowdust may blow;
Nor climb where hast thou flown; whatever height
To know of what these shadowlands consist.
Yet trust my love to find where doth she goe
In dark her night; whereto her path may twist.
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Withal accountable I’ll always find
Wherever you may drift or even fly;
Although forbade to enter shadowlands.
Dive deep, shall I, in dreams, thy waves conceal;
So deeper hath thy fortunes still unmet,
That once combined, fear not, that once complete,
To me shall speak completeness redefined.
Should every fortune hunter so reveal
Such bounty; though thou keepest him beset?
Yet sleet nor snow nor ice shall once defeat
His voyage to complete; nor that combined,
His efforts shall in any way appeal
To mercy, nor his fever to abet.
Within thy depths, marks danger, not deceit….
But wake thyself my love, be still thy mind;
This dream were not but real–this silhouette–
Let not this ghost-ship treat thee so unkind.
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To calm thy dreaming
So do I simply let thee
Dream whilst I watch thee.