Tristan's Song
For High Heaven has not seen,
Time wait outside your red laugh
Nor have the bright angels been
To the paradise you are
Melody has grace yet to learn
And flowers know not the lone rose;
Soft, they're waiting for their turn;
The perfume of you to compose
Let mountains with rubies blaze
Under steps of rising sun,
Death can even shed my days
Till all I have is one
For starlight has not the fire
Nor summer skies the wild blue
To tempt me to turn or tire
From your eyes,
Or from you
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