though what i say

adds nothing

to the mystery

of love,

these fetters 

of unattempted life

imply great passion,-

or perhaps 

you are too full 

of feckless energy

to be interested in me.

would that this poetry

free the paths of ecstasy;

but these walls of luxury

immure my deepest sigh:

though i long to be with you,

you are nowhere by.