Sit you softly there, and wait awhile
For time now my thought separates
And let all the kingdoms first crumble down
Lest we rush in filled of haste.
Take your silk and softly spin it
As spiders prepare all during the day
For caught of fortune all work is
Though this you perchance could deem fey.
And striving you not ceasing meanwhile
My hands move mirrored, miracles performed
Biding while abiding with wealth not
Waiting though not bated, with heart warmed.
Until the nigh hour past, that this yet passed
When no longer is without not withheld
Presently would we weep through rose pursed lips
And bring close our flesh to be meld.
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