Vagrant…

Thou hast at least found the words, 
For which I have yet found a way 

Forgive me, or shall I carry on my remorse
Still, am I still stuck in wonder and lust

The vain search of myself hath wearied me
Alas my fear hath emprised my heart
Betwixt thee and the world apart
Cold and bitter
Frail and bleak
I wish thou could set it on hearth
Fire ! Gardyloo, I cry
Forsooth there is no remedy

Thou hast at least found the words,
For thousand nights thou shall stride
Day and night
I shall cloak the cause of my grief
Thou loveth me
Yet what duth make one moan
To know that one loves or nary
Me love, or is it not ?
I prithee thou
Flee and set me free
Heretofore i’ve had inly enow

Thou duth not dream,
For it is my ruth
It is my desire to rest
In the shadows of despair
Thereon shall i thole
Waiting for thou to come forby
For my tears are running too fast
My woe shall make them last, yet
Thou alone shall behold my eyne
Thine near love sweep the weep apart