If I need food then food is what thou art
as thou give strength to body and to mind,
for I feel feelings strong here in mine heart
while senses strive to paint thee in thy kind.
I cannot: can summer paint winter's face
when summer's treasures show in colour bright,
and pale the moon when he out-peeps from space
when sunshine coats the fields in warming light.
For darken'd brightness is not brightness true
and brighten'd darkness is but shades of grey,
so how can ink in shades of blackest hue
paint thee when thou art brighter than the day?
Let night and day be true but to its own
as thou to thee with beauty yet unknown.