Jan 302015
Shall my love's saying soul
Assail the running sands?
Shall her timeless hand repeal
Laws of the flying weather,
Clickering rains that drown my ears?

My love's tongue shall wring
Sugars from the hourglass;
What clouds compose she shall mock:
Her flung hand shall winnow
Wet ghosts of the clock.

Should my love turn and say
Her soul's weathers in my ear,
I should unwind the cloudy leaks,
Rain sand hours out of hand;
And one heart should flood all lands.

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