Radiant as ever,
Given that the light of
A lonely sun is on its wake,
You oh so lovely star is
What my heart shall entertain.
And it was cold inside-
The dewless leaves
And the stillness of blue.
Oh what rays
Could ever penetrate me
But of your shade,
Your wings,
My beloved.
Pick me-from the strangest of vineyards,
From the farthest of lands.
Let me be of service:
A satisfying taste-
To a taste-conceiving tongue.
And as for me,
I'll lie in the sweetest of wordings,
My best, though it be other's worst.
Oh hear my lines-
For they were playful.
My Lady Eagle
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