Remember a green isle and our sunken boat?
Ask and I shall brave it all, sea and river,
To seek shelter this winter and float
My love through a ruined house, to deliver
Not the shilling ring, not gold, not silver,
But this memory, how the hand fits a glove,
Of waking together in a tower room above
This frozen earth and bird less lake
And garden plot where slept the snake
How easily in Eden you settled this ache.
The thought still, see the blasted tree,
Of the bed bobbing like a boat at sea....
Go back to the isle where fled you and I,
See an empty room, recall the last goodbye.
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