I swam the Huron of love, and am not ashamed, It was many saw me do it, scoffing, scoffing, They said it was foolish, winter and all, But I dove in, greaselike, and swam, And came up where Erie verges. I would say for the expenditure of love, And the atrophy of longing, there is no cure So swift, so sleek, so fine, so draining As a swim through the Huron in the wintertime.
So If You Love Me
So if you love me you will tolerant Be of the nature that is with me sent. I cannot be a different thing although For your sake, to win you, I would grow Wings and shed thorns, Be weed, or newly born, Anything so to please you, But I'm myself and cannot ease you. Come kindly to me then, forgiveness use, Do not heap on my patent-wrongs abuse, For your sake I'd be different but am not, For your sake I'd have other needs forgot, But I am one And they are of the sum Of me, and will not set me free From my desires, which still follow me. Oh choose, and choose me wholly, so we be All of imperfectness, but summary. Be sum, no fraction, though a fraction may Marvelous wonder easily convey, Yet it's but part And may not be the heart, The whole is all of us, if we use not All strata, love's geology's forgot.