Captive Queen, Is There No Prize I Can Conjure With My Speech (17) Poem by Captain Cur

It is not enough, as my words pour forth
To give thee heaven, hell and all the earth;
Is there no worldly treasure that thou seek
Or no prize I can conjure with my speech?
What can I lay before thine earnest eyes
But simple thoughts my words of love comprise.
These thoughts raining from a heavenly high
Collecting in a darkened evening sky
To fill every thundering cloud with storm
The wind howling with its brazen horn
Bright lightening bursts form dazzling towers
Glowing in love torn idyllic showers.
Should my letters wander lost around this globe
May they always encase thee in their fold
And if opened may their influence blend
Love's beginning with its ultimate end
And in thy heart one feeling they might sway
Around thy sphere of being in this way
Eclipsing thee, a stronger steady light,
Nor thou disdain their smaller borrowed might.
Will they blossom in full maturity
their future undetermined save by thee
So the product of their goodness be fierce
Touched by the fires of the universe
streaking like comets engulfed in flame
In a world of fragility and pain;
Composed in adoration, in calm breath
Rekindling life in the realm of death;
In godless worship, in nature's wild
Beneath a witching tree these letters piled
Where I give thee all my heart can offer
Burning in sacrifice on love's heathen altar.