There lives a spring immured in my heart
Untouched by questions of pain.
Never means to an end it reigns
A song amidst me doth remains.
It invokes the favors of my life’s
Deepest urge and longings though
Like a tempest in my whole being
Hails my thoughts and profound feelings.
Behold this fervid dream immersed within
And teach me now a poem to write,
This stealthy thought that wells out right
Whilst thou art still amidst my sight.
For I shall live but would not remain,
And truly care just once.
