The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.

On The Blue Summer Evenings, I Will Go Along The Paths, And Walk Over The Short Grass, As I Am Pricked By The Wheat: Daydreaming I Will Feel The Coolness On My Feet. I Will Let The Wind Bathe My Bare Head. I Will Not Speak, I Will Have No Thoughts: But Infinite Love Will Mount In My Soul; And I Will Go Far, Far Off, Like A Gypsy, Through The Countryside - As Happy As If I Were A Woman. "sensation