Among the Vine
O love, you reign with false rule over me!
We walked among the clusters of the vine,
and laid to rest below the shade of the tree;
speak now, love, I am but a wicked spline.
To rest I lay now and remain but wine
in your soft embrace. I fell from the cloud
to land in your heaven, your kiss but divine.
My love for you, O love, I all but vowed.
Your pleasant seduction remained complete
and you left for your own tender bidding.
we joined together, our love to deplete
for the shade of the tree was forbidding.
I know now that it was not to be made
but for a renewal I hoped... I prayed.
