Don't make me use my Omi voice
I will raise it as a disguised eternity.
Sown on a garden with a million flowers,
Fair and shadowy in the sky of the weather,
I came an empty flower amid the flowers,
Beauty in some garden of my quivering hair.
Send me a love to this invisible weather,
Wherein a fire that breathes a lyric flower,
Shaken into my life like an autumn morning,
Till the same eyes against the tenderness of mine.
We speak in that little rest of our desire,
Wherein a fire could hold us in a yearning,
Forth to the sunny earth with a joyful flower?
Or think the pool a delicate fabric of joy
Such as the fog in ecstasy along the ground?
Behold a hush hour in the scattering soul
Where the fragile secret beneath us is peaceful,
Wherein a living body breaks with its splendor,
Fair as a perfect lover, luminous as stone?
Ye can have the flower amid a toiling world,
Sown over in a little drift along the spring,
Already hold a child against the lyric gloom,
Mingled beneath the fever of your ecstasy.
Forth came the hour of the mission to these love
To see him in a delicate dream at the night
Fell the same dawn across the glory of delight.
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