Soon
for Francis Ledwige
He’ll greet me from an all night ride,
The sunrise gold upon the place,
Rough and bliss-filled from the chase,
How slow the strength of his embrace
And hope and joy shall fill his face,
And whispers of strange oceans wide.
Grave shall he speak of hidden wrongs
And new my love will spring from me.
In his presence will swell our song
Of rapture mighty as a tree.
With him through every voyage long
Faithful and willing shall I be;
Bound to him yet wildly free
To fall, rise, and stand if the wind grows strong.
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