How Looks Thou Love
How looks thou love
That i see not, but desire
And never can hear or
Reach to touch and taste
As does Helen eludes me?
Why feign thy presence
As though the cool air
We can see and we do
Care to know of what
Substance it's composed
Or the waters of what
Contents made it so?
Where is thy abode
Then? Within the heart
Or strayed outside of it?
Who drives whose wits
And disguise itself?
Who is to be responsible
If thou hath Helen
And Helen is thee?
Show thyself now
If thou hath genuine that
I may know thee for real
But not without Helen
As with the wind and
Water we bother less
Of what they are but our
Breath and nourishment!
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