"Fire" by:Eric L.
Bathe me I pray in your beauty
glowing,& give thineself solely
to me;like stars so deeply bright,
your eyes, unfit for mortal sight
A tongue of gold and raven
waving, like boughs of aspen,
queenly, yet humble as bab'es breath,
flowing, purely bringing me to death.
And still the coverlet shines with white,
un-dark'ning hue, a blinding sight,
soft yet daunting, a tower of silver,
fit to glorify the gracious Maker.
Bathe me I pray in your beauty
glowing,& give thineself solely
to me;like stars so deeply bright,
your eyes, unfit for mortal sight
A tongue of gold and raven
waving, like boughs of aspen,
queenly, yet humble as bab'es breath,
flowing, purely bringing me to death.
And still the coverlet shines with white,
un-dark'ning hue, a blinding sight,
soft yet daunting, a tower of silver,
fit to glorify the gracious Maker.
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