Across a Room

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Of thoughts of you my wandering mind enshrines,
Days that pass as long as church-yard faces,
For touching you has yet to come.
It is so known that fate has moved its hand
And brought such temperate joy upon my world.
I can but wait as dark rooks haunt my trees,
And dusk swirls all around its magic night to bring.
I know as night is played upon with wine
And with our bodies we will at last enjoin.
That what is such sweet union will migrate
To something far, far more than mere unanimous connection.
Together thanking gifts of Mother fate.
Till river Gods will freeze the ice so firmly strong
Beneath your tender feet.