Saturday, September 6, 2008

What care I for these things

Beloved, what care I for these things,
These gardens and palaces for kings!
'Tis true it were a rare and pleasant dream,
For Thou to share with me a life supreme.

Would that in a humble little hut,
Thou wert with me singing Thy gamut,
And I to wash Thy feet in acquiesce,
'Stead of a palace in my lonliness.

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