To Babble
i pray every day
with my drapes unfolded
and all vanities shut out,and
mind steady,that than bracelets
a gracious maiden be found,to
entangle my thin arms,and than
diamonds be found,a sparkling love
everyday,every morning the skies
are assured of my cries,and
lightless bright room,just a single
ray escaping,that than any a man
to knock my door,i should never shut out
jesu joy of man desiring,and than
friends be found a jealous God
and by evening yes,the
prayer of secret,and babbling
is answered,but the day is late
and sunless,and i must sleep,
letting the soul to travel,but now
i must whisper a prayer with six
knees,two a piece to my maiden and boy
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