Queen of love
A strong power calls from the left han
Across the waters dee
a strong power calls from the left han
let all things sleep or wee
oh the queen of love, you have unwove my eye
and my heart will not slee
the eye would sleep but the mind would ris
I must needs walk down God's eyebrow
and along the street of his eye
look for me and you will see me in my red cloa
swimming determine
as God's blood flow
creatures of grief you beg from the thie
I will not carry home your sacks of sorro
but I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smile
pray God he see tomorro
and the fine fine girls that are into i
and my eyes with salt water swi
and we disputing with a brittle gaiet
upon the world's ri
if I sought to love you with my bod
it would be with a bent bac
unto the day of doo
Oh the Queen of Lov
I am in her hear
she is in my roo
and together alone we clasp hand
and in each other's eyes walk the endless shor
and below I have my duty to perform in the son
and that that I wa
you will see it no mor
the snow is on the hills of my hear
and to speak is to di
the men at arms do seek to mark m
and the monks raise hue and cr
seek me in vain on Golgoth
or in fear's hollo
for the way I take toda
only the true may follo
the ancestors in stone armou
calling for loyalty untru
seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's fligh
it is so swaddled in the bands of for
but I am girdled with the stor
and cloaked with the nigh
I am not to be seen or foun
save only in what I caus
standing outside on the inside outsid
perfectingness and flaw
how will I say where I en
or where you begi
how will I say, what shall I pla
shall it be you or the wild win
as Pan with the unsane eye
or with the wild horn
or when I am crowned with the paper crow
or with the crown of thorn
a strong power compels distortion from the right han
fleece to the grey wolve
fangs to the grey shee
but the Queen of Love she stroke
my body alive, that I do not sleep
The doctor brews potions and pill
to open his own front doo
and the locksmith makes strong bolt
to bar his gates to every new breeze that blow
shall I now put lion's ears upon my ear
hear every sound as a roa
shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eye
gauge the moon for size against my pa
while the Queen of Lov
she sings to m
from above and beyond the worl
and I observe my min
it is playing ignorant bo
while at her feet I am curle
and I remember all female movements so wel
of such a form to bring much joy and ease much car
to perfume and let fall the coloured gow
and to let down the curling hair
But now I play seed throwe
and I will play three-legged ma
I will play dream weaver and day bringe
and catch as catch ca
While the Queen of Lov
she swims like a silver dove in my mind's roo
and my body sleepwalks down the roa
in a warm dark swoo
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