The Leavening

I read it so, the Bread of Life without discourse, without contrive did lighten, nourish, so arrive that building up, to merit, live ~ That in my lines I found your strife did so surround with beauties hive that honey of discourse revive! This leavening of love's requiet, that injured particle, that pride, that unaccomplished effort's stride that unforgiven song's abide! That haste, that entry unrelied were all a Godly plan, not tried, that love unsettled so applied, unmixed, unsettled faith ~ no bride! Is love, thus meddled with denied, pourous regrets hidden and shied, how puffed up, spoiling shape's decried this fatness trail, unholy mile! Be waiting, like a homeless child so love relinquished dies servile ~ to thee I give, last frenzied mile, wherein thee walk, wherein thee . . . . smile!