A little while, a little while
my heart did murmur slow,
before I can admit to love;
until I surely know.
You want an answer now
and yet, I cannot give it true,
for mind is tracing gently;
the truth that it would know.
Hermetic is the process
by which my heart can speak,
and nothing can be rushed;
it's graceful time I need.
my heart did murmur slow,
before I can admit to love;
until I surely know.
You want an answer now
and yet, I cannot give it true,
for mind is tracing gently;
the truth that it would know.
Hermetic is the process
by which my heart can speak,
and nothing can be rushed;
it's graceful time I need.
This week we have as our prompt the first line of a poem by Charlotte Bronte's little sister Emily Jane.
A little while, a little while
http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/2012/09/carrty-opn-tuesday-173.html
Carry On Tuesday # 173
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