My self made lawn
All suddenly
With a faint breath of music
Which ev’n then
Filled out its voice
And died away again
Oh black day
All you give to me
Are your wild ways
When you're the love of my life
And when you gorge me with a knife
Oh god I'm blue
Ah all the love in the world couldn't satisfy you darlin'
Just like the brazen night
Of idleness in groves Elysian
Nor do we merely feel these essences
Just like the faulty day
For one short hour
Even as the trees
That whisper round a temple
Dear as the temple’s self
And gather up all fanciful affections
Just not enough though
For thee to tumble into the naiads’ dwelling
Into Elysium
Vieing to rehearse and again
Each one his own anticipated bliss
Not enough
One felt heart
Certain that he could not miss
His quick gone love
Among fair blossom’d boughs
Where every zephyr sigh pouts and endows
Her lips with music for the welcoming
Another wish mid that eternal spring
So does the moon
Glories infinite
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls
Whether there be shine
Or gloom o’ercast
They alway must be with us
Or we die
Hear us, O satyr king!
And I'm like a child in the sand once again
