Published December 29, 2010
Hath did thy stars conspire for thee
To lend of love from love’s own usury
And hath thou art of love’s self-same eye
Of thou love be thy heart to chide
Hath thou art be thy sun’s rise, thy only spring
Of woes thou did curse, thy own love to bring
Lest, I loved of thy heart’s own fearing dream
To live thy own foolishness, to be loved, lo, love seems!
And hath thou be thy self-giving lease
With thou softest lyre, hath thou soothe time to cease
Thou be the world’s chalice, thy love’s furnace
That art be young so in thy poems’ self-done grace
But hath Time did consume thy rare-bred hours
And be thy end, yet thy heart undevoured
Hath this time be spent of vain life for love’s sublime
Thou love be thy joy, thy fall, thy prime
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really a interesting piece of work.... good going with the words.... and the flow is very good.... keep up the good work....
Hey there,
I love this piece, you have really done a good job with the Old English writing, and overall i think it is a really good piece.
Keep writing and i can't wait to see what else you write!