Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

A Ghost In Marble Of A Girl You Knew Who Would Have Loved You In A Day Or Two.

Ah, I Could Lay Me Down In This Long Grass And Close My Eyes, And Let The Quiet Wind Blow Over Me

No One But Night, With Tears On Her Dark Face, Watches Beside Me In This Windy Place.

There Is No Shelter In You Anywhere.