I
Ah sweet, and the morrow brings me
Not so low. And soon the house will away
Along with fettered ties to a life that binds;
Time in the white space already creeping
Crosses thresholds of my wakeful sleeping.
So hear the silent joyous breaths, “I am alive…
I am alive,” torn from aching, heaving breasts.
Ah sweet, and the morrow brings me
Newly to the world so deftly.

II
Keep thee child to bosom safe
Thy chastity and love.
Let no man touch treasure’s wraith
Lest be he from above

And yet my council wise and true
Comes from cursed lips like dew
For in my youth I lost so much
To the random takers touch. For

My sister’s council did I keep
Callus, from a youth she never knew
But grown as fast as I.