Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

When You Came, You Were Like Red Wine And Honey, And The Taste Of You Burnt My Mouth With Its Sweetness.

Freighted With Hope, Crimsoned With Joy, We Scatter The Leaves Of Our Opening Rose.

May Is Much Sunshine Through Small Leaves.

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

When I Go Away From You The World Beats Dead Like A Slackened Drum.