Disburden me of Time

In thy body is my loving chiseled

Disburden me of Time from which thou'rt vanished

And of thy presence free me from within

As in the twighlight hours red rosess free themselves

From all mere marriedness of things

The heartfelt homage and the bitter voice 

I forego calmly and thy burning lips

And yet more burning brow enshaded purple

Just below the black gleam of thy hair

In thy body is my loving chiseled

Bleeding openly from wounds inflicted by the world

Yet more than balsam has been balm to me

Thyself through whom they healing find.