by john clare
While you prayed I numbered your hairs
Spread some seed for your sparrows
Covered the shivering lilies beside you lying,
Poured some water for you from the wine.
Is that not what the lover should do?
Answer your prayers for you?
When I stilled your sea and opened your eyes
Did you not first see my stars dancing in the skies?
I heard your every plea to let you see
But know I had to love you secretly
For had you but glimpsed the one who counts hairs
The bride would have stopped her continual prayers
And into this Kingdom you would never have come
So sleep peacefully my love, your lilies shall blossom.
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