Rest now, in slumber deepe,
and dwell, not, on days long gone.
Lay downe thie head, and dream of joys
Which make thie braue heart leape.
Sing now, O valiant soule,
For dhou art saved and Secur'd.
His arms are safe and filled with Loue;
Their touch, with care, are full.
And here, as I watch you,
I can't help but love you more.
Yoor face, so filld with wondr'rous peace,
Is freshe and brighte as due.
Ah, yes, that I maye take
that dew, in which I delighte.
That I maye kiss that bless'ed browe;
All bitterness forsake.
Beloved, that is thie name.
You are deare; I holde you close.
And all the while, I must pay heede
My soule which is aflame.
*Author's note: This poem is written in Elizabethan English; spelling is very different than modern-day. Examples: thie=thy, braue=brave, dhou=thou, etc. Poem written in 2010 or 2011.
