Dark seems but soft, enfolded sweetly sleeps
Your beauty, rising frame and sighs within.
A light, then morning unearths its cold sun.
Chill dawn masses breathes and surges, deep out
Beyond the cold black pane, white envelopes
Green with youth once, pastures now coveréd;
As you will become. As life takes
Hold and you ascend from me;
I only have the warm depression
Of where you slumbered to hold.
Yet.
In thoughts in waking sleep
You tread with hot fervour:
Lips and eyes and curve of back and…
The dark smothers with a satin glove
As I in you slip slowly to love!
Well, we let that cold black darkly burn, Life:
Winter’s grip strangle nature quickly dead,
The round of our lust in which love is read,
While we explore in hot blood, life rough strife
Do urge spring’s uprising and new flowers
Through all of that which encompasses hours!
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