Weeks have gone by since this cup has flowed out,
And in that time i paced in paths unknown,
But carefully I came to ny aetern shout,
And waited at the feet to see what’s shown.
A figure passed whose form I nigh embraced,
Another met in heartrooms corridor,
The latter met and kissed my hidden face,
While the former brought my outward to fore.
While in the tenderness of one I wait,
The other kindled flame of soon to come,
Nerves within my heart, you, dear one, plait,
While he encompasses to bring me home.
May I find in him no satisfaction,
If you will be for me, for one fraction.
what is this about? who?