Art's Loving

Oh soul, dark eyes, some splice of time I walked you through, thee Art, divine. Not sense I knew thee - really mine 'til him, 'til Thee - together! Oh Art - my sureness sees not line without acquitting falsehood's sign. I see Thee - as all Truth sees hind and acts announcing - "I decline!" - forsaken, robbed of stine. No celebration fares my climb but to awaken, sullen whine. To mourning - that my love, not thine has so of storming only mind and as thy closeness lost, unkind has stolen all, but hope to fine, no tears beset me more than bind to cry, to cry, to cry - thee find does pile up, like a tree's incline to drop its dressing - dropping mine! A counter blessing, yet resign Oh loving's lost, I mourn Thee thine that sadness peril rests consigned - No ending - ending - ending time!