Wilt

Truth is a cannibal
That feeds on love
Find my hand
We will walk--awhile
Sluggish cares crown anew
Mad leapings fair finished
Harbour strength in joy
Cupid's young boy
Grave swept bed
Honeysuckle around my head
No munuments but pale primrose
My winter gown
Copse filled moss
Which in no god's sound
Let me rest unfinished
Bird song our common ground
While summer lasts.