| Thine eyes
are hollow, and I have glimpsed thy soul-- What gentleness and honor are found therein. Though I, myself, have but little seen, As ribbons of light glimpsed in forest hollow Cascading through dancing leaves to fill the shadow Bring promises of greater warmth and light unseen Residing o'er the canopy of wooded green-- The Source of Life in splendid, fiery show-- So echoes of Spirit, perceived by quiet eyes Betray magnificence cloaked in courtly cover As voluminous as the sun in heaven is bright. Pray accept this wish which in my heart doth lie-- That thy sword be swift and sure forever, Thine honor unstained, thy heart right. |