“Speed Me On”

A poem

Dear holy heaven, must I ride?

So far from he who’s love I pride?

To nevermore enjoy such peace?

Then never I to rest? And never I to ease?

Nay, my love, please mourn me not,

But with embrace, wish me farewell,

And give a kiss,

And with a final, tender, lover’s hug,

Do speed me on again.