By |2015-11-20T14:40:27-06:00December 6th, 2015|Categories: Beauty, Love, Poetry|

Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day? Is it thy will—Love that I love so well— That my Soul’s House should be a tortured spot Wherein, like [...]