That both of us
hath wrought
Into
that elegant
house
I walked
by invitation
only
Whirlwinds
wild fury
I say we both
Nought did I
so solemnly
speak
nor wish to
unfold
as thee
That which all
have privy to see
agreed
The birds
all there
colors
fashion
still hold
yet he
himself
through
i am..
he is..
speaks
to me..
I know
a child
I was
and you
bewitched
me so
you did
then there
the right you
gave to me
The right called
love
I spent..
wave upon..
wave on..
thee.
A tragedy
is not that
of which I
seek
but
simple
understanding
made upon
peace
Estate bankrupt
as so
spoken by
you
can just as
easily be
reserpine again
diplomacy
in words
doth bring
Intertwined
the two again
saith you
Speak the
truth
pray tell
to all
It may the
nights..
end well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem