Thus I come my Beloved
& in all abasement
Beseech you – put to your hand
The imposition – a curb
To those flatterers
Who are the enemies of our love.
For our Blessedness is driven
& tossed by the waves
So that the depths of the sea
Press on us with infinite perils.
The living fountain
Springing up into
Eternal life
& love by its nature-
Dutiful and obedient to its object.
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