Tanglement

No fated force of wind so strong
Could earn the howl of thee
Nor message sent by Hermes’ hand
Would spurn the heart from me

Too much, too soon, too little, too late
Turn your clocks but I will wait
For ever does the moment last
That becomes the settled past

A wake, a rise, a day between
Measure all that you have seen
And known to be heart’s hallowed truth
Need not in fear, slave to sleuth

That lighted love on wings so straight
Could mend this clip from me
And lover hunt by Clio’s clef
Would end this cloak of thee