Love's Unsullied Host
Location
Within this bereft hour thou mayst perceive
Thine self among lone thoughts as farther still
As sands of time which do sift through a sieve,
In absence from my sight, against my will.
The leaden wisps of cloud shrouds powd’ry Moon,
While once my Muse’s song quenched suff’ring ache.
Concealed in shadows flee my Crescent’s tune;
And on the ruthless winds, a Tree’s boughs break.
The jagged pieces left upon the ground
Amassing sores—decayed where it has lain,
Forsaken warmth of sun—from view and sound;
May Death now blaze the cold of thy disdain.
In my immortal soul, thee knowest most,
Thou art ingrained by love’s unsullied host.