though it like a wind i chase in myself

though it is like a wind I chase in myself,
or light spreading through beneath a passed cloud;
I cannot name it or say it my love this seed to sprout—

I can only but hope I could call it mine,
as the mornings birds whistle on about you
while we walk by below, and sing a little praise or two ourselves

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