I welcome lovers, poets come,
To thy table, dont feel out done,
The love we share, will nay compare,
To the freind that you will become.
Come drink my wine and share my bread,
till time it come to rest ye heads,
You journey tires, with whip and wire,
Oh sweet stranger share my bed.
No coffer do i need from you,
My ark is yours, for ye to use,
So share my home, till feet do roam,
Then know me freind until ye move.
The cock doth crow and ye depart,
To where all the adventrures are,
With carridge packed and with no map,
Thou treads beneath diana's star.
For many years have passed since this,
I often wonder where thou is.
Art thou alive on history side.
Or Perished thus like morning mist.
Ill never know but keep thy door,
open to ye beck an call
To hurry back and dont lose track
Your love has stayed, peoms and all..
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