In Hac Spe Vivo - James Laughlin
My head can lend no succou
to my heart because her face
is beyond all wonder she is
like diamond to glass when
her eyelids part their frin-
ges of bright gold and when
to the lute she sings she
makes the nightbird mute
gods why do you make us love
your goodly gifts and snatch
them right away I marvel how
the fish do live in the sea
but patience gazes on the
graves of kings (and mine).
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