"amerce" poems
II
But only three in all God’s universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside
Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied
One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse
So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died,
The deathweights, placed there, would have signified
Less absolute exclusion. ‘Nay’ is worse
From God than from all others, O my friend!
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
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'twas the scorching sun shalt embrace
With civet's blossom, it continuate
Wherefore thee mysteriously banish?
For I betoken to mouse-hunt ye
Hast the orb of light oft shine
E'en it acknown of its despair
Nay! it guides us toward our lover
Drunkenly and wobbly walking toward thee
Dost the sun amercing us
Due to our misgiving of love
Nay! it amerce to those who've lost
Hence I really wished to return whence you came from
As thy body is away from me
My heart wast devastated
In your whimsical disappearance
I've became drunk for longing ye
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC