Conspiracy





Two that shall plotte together
(Craftilie, so craftilie)
Inn the Dark where no Mann strayeth
What is it that Each one sayeth
Bending lowe ?
(Two heads that plott together)
Matter it, if Winter weather
Come upon them suddenlie?
There is that, within the Twaine
Making Joy of present Paine
While long seasons goe

Two—that shall hide together
(Secretlie, so secretlie)
In the wildes that no man knoweth
To a place that no man knoweth
They are gone.
Two soules that plotte together)
Matters it if Winter weather
Come upon them where they bee?
There is that within their breaste
Making Peace of all unreste
While they hide together
And the long days goe.