Voice Lost in the Night
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| And time doth stand, as a moments breath; like seasons which seem nare to change, or a stream that endlessly flow, from where, to where. So wait I till next time, that perchance to meet, and hear her gloze, as my gaze fall shyly away from vision rare; that shame the handmaids of the twilight night. Though I list, she feel as I; or wis my heart or mind. Yet by gracious patience hold my toung, and list that she were mine. And so I stand, so near, so far, as ne aught excapen the haunting beauty she doth expose; bewray not, (my thoughts) save the liking of the sound of her voice. |
Glossary Bewray - Reveal |