The Unsweetened, Callings? Poem by Michael Gale

Sweet images amaze all Angels of Man...
Brought great peril of one who ran.

Who ran be this one so long...
This Man who doth sing one saddest song.

Where or when will this personage appear? ...
Or now to be absent to a leave, as in arrear.

Hush this unsweetened taste of Men who call...
Call to all, a call and appall.

Taste the unsanitary blossoms in life...
Forever to woo in solitary and separate strife.