The Zion Trilogy

1. Upon the Paths at Pinchot

My Love, my Lass, in bonny flowers I run through
As I see your face, more beauteous than the dew
Upon the steepled Blue-Bells, weeping that I find
You far away;--- upon two paths when shall they pass?
For your purest mien does show you are truly kind.

2. Husband of Youth

My love, I wait for you on shores
Of opal crests, where once I saw
You, in godly grace, innocent
And in your dress; you were so pure.
In my dreams, was Amarisa
Your name, that odious vision
Where I saw your heart was like mine,
Your loves telling you things unkind.

For, you had been left in your youth
By a husband betrothed, who looked
AT you, was it ever in couth?
Yet, did he die or did fooresook
The Violet Flower with her
Precious, little, smiling face, poor?

3. Jerusalem's Streams

My love, this poem I write to you:
I am not a perfected man
Nor are you perfect, though despite
Your beauty, which is as the Land
Of Jerusalem in its time
Of fertility; I shan't find
A more beautiful doe in Nine
Thousand, and one more for your kind
Personality. Radiates
The spirit of God from your gate
Which, if I enter will be my
Precious treasure during the time
I'm given to Earthly toils,
You, my balm and Earthly oil.

I am saddened by the willow
Where I weep my loneliest tears.
For a river by the mountain
Sends forth its spry springs; do the years
Saunter by where the mountain flows
Into the streams: When will I drink?