can but do for you
to twist in my hand
the thorn of thy youth
in draw thy seed
to turn in birth
thy sighs thy moans
I and I alone
I will wash your feet
and dry them with my hair
I will give to you
every other tear
thy spear thy mouth
thy season of mirth
thy highs thy lows
I and I alone
ghost of thy ghost
walk I will walk
a burning stem
to illume thy night
blood of my blood
bone of my bone
can but do for you
I and I alone