Re: Kingdom of Love
I'll add something distinctly not written by me:
By Thomas Carew, a 17th century (IIRC) poet - converted to use standard modern spellings
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose:
For in your beauty's orient deep,
These Flowers as in their causes sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden Atoms of the day:
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The Nightingale, when May is past:
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light,
That downwards fall in dead of night:
For in your eyes they sit, and there,
Fixed, become as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if East or West,
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest:
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
Originally Posted by The Stranger
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