THE STIRRUP-CUP

Your eyes--and a thousand stars

Leap from the night to aid me;

I scale the impossible bars,

I laugh at a world that dismayed me.

Your voice--and the thundering skies

Tremble and cease to appall me--

Coward no longer, I rise

Spurred for what battles may call me.

Your arms--and my purpose grows strong;

Your lips--and high passions complete me...

For your love, it is armor and Song--

And where is the thing to defeat me!

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