ragashree
Reason vs Being
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- Nov 3, 2008
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- 1w9
Come to me, through the sullen winter’s whine
Into our secret nook, and here redress
The cold around and men’s ungentleness
With sips from store of mellow vintage wine,
The glory of long-ended harvest time;
Then we shall feast, and in our temple bless
This hoard of choicest sweets with soft caress
While yet our fire burns in the hearthside shrine.
Who would deny the rising springtide sun
With all its joys? But we, my dearest, make
A haven of the darkness - only come!
I fear for you as these bare branches shake;
But I must wait until this day is done
And run to meet you, dancing on the flakes.
Into our secret nook, and here redress
The cold around and men’s ungentleness
With sips from store of mellow vintage wine,
The glory of long-ended harvest time;
Then we shall feast, and in our temple bless
This hoard of choicest sweets with soft caress
While yet our fire burns in the hearthside shrine.
Who would deny the rising springtide sun
With all its joys? But we, my dearest, make
A haven of the darkness - only come!
I fear for you as these bare branches shake;
But I must wait until this day is done
And run to meet you, dancing on the flakes.
