Art's Loving
Oh soul, dark eyes, some splice of time
I walked you through, thee Art, divine.
Not sense I knew thee - really mine
'til him, 'til Thee - together!
Oh Art - my sureness sees not line
without acquitting falsehood's sign.
I see Thee - as all Truth sees hind
and acts announcing - "I decline!"
- forsaken, robbed of stine.
No celebration fares my climb
but to awaken, sullen whine.
To mourning - that my love, not thine
has so of storming only mind
and as thy closeness lost, unkind
has stolen all, but hope to fine,
no tears beset me more than bind
to cry, to cry, to cry - thee find
does pile up, like a tree's incline
to drop its dressing - dropping mine!
A counter blessing, yet resign
Oh loving's lost, I mourn Thee thine
that sadness peril rests consigned -
No ending - ending - ending time!
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