What Should I Be But Just What

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight

Tiresome Heart, Forever Living And Dying, House Without Air, I Leave You And Lock Your Door. Wild Swans, Come Over The Town, Come Over The Town Again, Trailing Your Legs And Crying!

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?

Father, I Beg Of Thee A Little Task To Dignify My Days, 'tis All I Ask.

Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare. Fortunate They Who, Though Once Only And Then But Far Away, Have Heard Her Massive Sandal Set On Stone.