A Lady Yet To See:
Movement...but in stillness,
Does he who did not see,
Upon the lily is darkness,
Below her apple tree.
Being too still breeds carelessness,
As can be thy lover's caress.
And visions that lead to blindness,
As is forever to see...
Two feet to walk,
And gaze about,
Throwing wonder all out to fade
beneath the rising sea.
So send honey to me to pull me through,
The kind that turns rubies blue,
Some sweetness please to soothe my soul,
In the shape of a woman who sees my goal,
In sitting just beside me,
Oh joyous both will be,
But only in true equality.
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