A wish

If only I possessed a craft like that
Which did in Phebus’ face swift undo Troy,
That vessel then might pump me through your wards,
Past reason’s throne, which guards against advance,
And to your tender heart where, as hot breath
Does melt off frost from on a windowpane,
So might my whispered love be carried thence
To thaw the stiffness of thy cool resolve.

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