i sat these stones and thought new love in the summer
i sit these stones and think old love in the winter

Shakespeare's speech looms an expectant teacher
for my profound profusings on nature
in the colors regal in sunshine in heat
in the drab in the cold in damp so deep

declare! declare! dying Life implores
tell me of love tell me you know
give me your blood, tell me and show

there's no offering for this garden I bring
no tribute of the sort fit for a king
to think love is a lifelong thing