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4603Come Be With Me, my Love!

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    Jun 13, 2006
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      Love at the lips was touch
      As sweet as I could bear;
      And once that seemed too much;
      I lived on air

      That crossed me from sweet things,
      The flow of - was it musk
      From hidden grapevine springs
      Down hill at dusk?

      I had the swirl and ache
      From sprays of honeysuckle
      That when they re gathered shake
      Dew on the knuckle.

      I craved strong sweets, but those
      Seemed strong when I was young;
      The petal of the rose
      It was that stung.

      Now no joy but lacks salt
      That is not dashed with pain
      And weariness and fault;
      I crave the stain

      Of tears, the aftermark
      Of almost too much love,
      The sweet of bitter bark
      And burning clove.

      When stiff and sore and scarred
      I take away my hand
      From leaning on it hard
      In grass and sand

      The hurt is not enough:
      I long for weight and strength
      To feel the earth as rough
      To all my length.