Love's function is to fabricate unknowness Known being wishless; but love all of wishing Though life's lived wrongsideout, sameness chokes oneness The truth is confused with fact death boast of dying And men are caught by worms, love may not cave if time Totters, light droops, all measures bend nor marvel If a thought should weigh a star - dreads dying least And less, that death should end now!!!
How lucky lovers are, whose selves abide under whatever Shall discovered be, whose ignorant each breathing dares To hide more than most fabulous wisdom fears to see Who laugh and cry who dream create and kill, While the whole moves, and every past stands still.