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I speak of art, and time, and sea,
And yet hold fast to none but this:
That God was raised upon a tree,
And silenced death with a loving kiss.

Throughout my life I held the same
Of God, and life, and all the world.
But lo', how would I know when came
A rose ere blooming did I hold?

I hold it true through time and space,
That none but His love 'twould I need.
Though deep inside my every pace,
I strain to a call that all pay heed.

I'd love this Eve but hear me speak.
She holds no face, she bends no knee.
This rose of that which I should seek,
Knows no infidelity.

Troy's prince he felt for much the same,
And if those dying beneath his feet,
Only knew for which cause they came.
What, for whose face Troy felt defeat?

I've found the burden of Paris,
And have felt the pain of Priam.
Please tell me what I ought have done,

And what else called for me to run?

If all I sought was just a smile,

You'd see my mouth and eyes unfurl.

Yet here you see my heart in view,

And I'm sad to say it's torn in two.