IN UNCERTAINTY TO A LADY

I am not one of those who sip,

Like a quotidian bock,

Cheap idylls from a languid lip

Prepared to yawn or mock.

I wait the indubitable word,

The great Unconscious Cue.

Has it been spoken and unheard?

Spoken, perhaps, by you ...?

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