Give me the chance, and I will make Thy thoughts of me, like worms this day, Take wings and change to butterflies That in the golden light shall play; Thy cold, clear heart—the quiet pool That never heard Love’s nightingale— Shall hear his music night and day, And in no seasons shall it fail. I’ll make thy happy heart my port, Where all my thoughts are anchored fast; Thy meditations, full of praise, The flags of glory on each mast. I’ll make my Soul thy shepherd soon, With all thy thoughts my grateful flock; And though shalt say, each time I go— How long, my Love, ere though it come back? Find your soul Where it's lost Accept it the way it is 😌
