WINGLESS FLIGHT - by Wrigley

WINGLESS  FLIGHT  by   Wrigley Was not this 'love' that came to me ?     Did we not soar with careless sight? Touch not the moon, did I with thee ?     Could I have dreamt a wingless flight ? Doth fable spin a web attuned,     That I've been blind with 'yearn' ? 'Tis mortal pain when a bosom's wound     is awakened to taste - 'spurn'.