Songs of Harmony/Songs of Discord

[Sentimental Gentleman]

Ugh. I should not be reading Keats and Marlowe this late...

Thou weaver of the vegetable earth,
Darner of barrenness, thou seamstress mare
I pray thee, leave aside thy fruitful strands
And, naked as thy Goddess, fly from care

Thine apples toileth not in all their ripeness
But swell, sweet-scented, by a higher art
No weed shall mar the garden thou hast tended
Nor canker kill the blossom of thine heart

O I shall find some craggy sanctuary
Where moaning stones boil with a fiery sleep
To lie with thee in silent sweet confession
The secret of thy true love’s kiss to keep



I wonder if I should share this one with her when I see her tomorrow. She might get a good laugh out of it...