There is a path asleep I'll walk with you
Like the aisle, and through to an idle isle.
There's there a lake I'll love to share with you;
We'll drink and bathe, and make founts of our hearts,
Nest aloft, sequestered from tide and wave.
There are the winds I'll love to bring to blend;
Your breath and mine. And when well we are set,
Behind shades, shall we in soft whispers speak...
'Our heat glows, ' you'll say to me, '-never spent.'
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