A Dedication to My Wife（1/1）

Thoas Stear

To Who I owe the leapg delight,

That quis y senses our wakgti,

And the rhyth that governs the response of our sleepgti,

The breathg unison.

Of lovers whose bodies sll of each other,

Who thk the sa thoughts without need of speech,

And babble the speech without need of ang.

No peevish ter d shall chill,

No sullen tropi shall wither,

The roses the rose-garden which is ours and ours only.

But this dedication is for others to read:

These are private words addressed to you public.