May Love or Life

May love or life on fettered wing,

Bring forth the troves of mortal spring.

From golden songs to crimson dead,

Lessen life or strengthen head.

The weakened maid of bitter bite,

Upon the fettered wing, take flight.

The constant deed by hastened speed

That sows and grows the tainted seed.

Sought to live and banter on,

Gives its soul to see the dawn.

Of grant and merit we beseech,

To drain the life of seldom leech.

To take the blades, I prithee thee,

To exacerbate the bumble bee.

May love or life on fettered wing,

Bring forth the troves of mortal spring.