In Windy Essence
What windy essence belie me so
As the flowers of my eyes stand naked bare
And a darkness about creep to my soul
Seems empty loomness on me it snare
Will the horrid harsh wind come to past
Seems seasons on me that water is drought
those long days of bloomness i set and cast
The silent scents before this come wrath
Of my eye, the dove richly beloved
Of my petals, the bees roamly chants
On my stance, the birds treely golf
Watching from above, a heavenly stance
As i stand here about ruin and pale
A time will come when drought will fail
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