A Round of Bane and Bliss


My love is like a ring
Of gold.
(My lord is lord of this,
This round of bane and bliss):
A honeyed cell, a precious prisoning--
Shepherd, thy sheep will seek no wider fold.

The posy on it saith,
"I BIND."
(My lord is lord of this,
This round of bane and bliss):
For longing I am wasted to a wraith,
And love of him hath eaten up my mind.

When will my suffering cease
For aye?
(My lord is lord of this,
This round of bane and bliss):
One fiery heart alone can give me peace,
For where 'tis forged, there only Love can die.

Then let the summons sound
For me!
(My lord is lord of this,
This round of bane and bliss):
Gladdened I'll rise, though long in tear-pool drowned,
With "Verily I come, I come to Thee."

(Copyright 1999 by R.A. Wolf)

- Lady Darkstar