I Cross My Chest Poem by James McLain

That is your I, accomplishing this it stands times old style is new my rose glove your love of my rose which is this last garden.
I cross my chest at the method of gloaming comes Mary;
' As for me, ' You think it in doubt; As for me, ' You say;
Those out of reach of this thorn must it be you it is.' of someone else;
The power of the owner fair whether of;
' Whom hears the bell it tolls to thee whom knew it so well,
comes and of you and you trust from you of this have they known, me.
' As for her the switch' which answers unto me like the air;
But as for one us as for us you must ask whether or not you think
that we want the rose it opens fair!