Pre-eminence !
Unannounced; Midnight, Feather make-o window. Thy glistening eyes, Luminesce my sphere Of hope. Oh miracle Sparks my heart As good A dry wood, how the fire Catches thou soul. Peregrinate lifelong To hold, and never lose. How perfect thou root holds mine. I, warm Thee, Earth. Heretofore I sleep Tell myself, Best thou shall deserve Never to stop Loving you so !