MMVI

Say I could love til what is real life melted,
And I could yearn til what is true fell down,
Where what I feel, this and the fact I felt it
Would straight restructure human, moon and town.
If eyes that looked in his would look towards me
Because I willed it so, and if my hand
Could grasp her hand that moved away, and cure me,
Because I was the master of the land,
I would not have it so. For though my want,
Were powerful enough to wither time,
And though I could make happiness a font
In which to drown all vestiges of crime,
There is no joy as happy as the sense,
That two are happy by coincidence.

TCH