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If winter time brings chill to heart and soul
And skeletal trees stand unmoving amid still, frigid air I think yet that my heart would not be driven to quiet, maddened despair For in the hearth fire burns, in the heart of home a star is lit My desire for you pierces this air, and through my veins your blood flows The image of your spirit that indwells my soul surpasses a dream However comforting, on a winter’s night, imaginings bring no true comfort to a weary soul Laying down, besieged in the change of seasons, as all changes colour To what was not before, a change of heart. If I loved you less dearly, I could weather these winter evenings alone And taking solace in my own imaginings For my exigency would not be so close to my heart And I would not allow you myself to be drawn into you But you are too close to the divine, you transcend mere images By too far a margin, inexpressible, that not to long for you would be to deny myself. I pray you, be not ephemeral as the seasons Let not caprice measure our time together, nor coming of warm or cold, nor changing of colour in the leaves, draw you far from me. Distant from you I may dwell for some time, but separated from you I shall surely die. My heart faints for grief at but the thought of your unwillingness To draw your soul nigh to mine. Heed not such things, for much deceives, and human will is the true test The steadfastness of your soul is the measure of your love for me And not the whistling wind between tree-branches That cools the heart and ceases the blood, no, let it not be checked by a cold winter’s wind, or stilled by night’s blinding shade but let it be drawn on to its conclusion and let the pathways laid by this divine order for the hearthfires of our hearts with fair trees, lakes, rivers, fields and meadows for us to dwell as we partake of it let our lives be journeys by rivers that reflect more divine realms and let us partake as one soul, two spirits, two bodies knit together as destiny intends us to be. |