IV. Two Hearts   Their hearts are not stone where bodies are, Where feathers fly no more, but toss like flags. Turquoise, bone, the strew of emblematic Prayer says, "Take me. Use me," and far From us, a child walks by a lake. Your heart takes wing from ecstatic Love to touch a dimpled elbow. Sags The bouyant float of freedom then; The cares of mothers ground our love again: Ground like bedrock can a strong house make, Ground like basses' notes the higher music Found, like basses fix the music and not mar The harmonies of tenor, treble sound, but are To lover's ears completion, wholer physic.