Choices

Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs, Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all. Feigned that I spake ill of thee, As to who beholds two currents thwart amid the fluctous profound. Pass , pass upon your way , for I grow never old...and townward take to their whirring flight. That o'er the green cornfield did pass as I trembled. Remarking how ill we are ; all dissembled. Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, in one long yelllow string wound. Tell how they lived and died not heeding to the blight. Dying in distant music, even as it came... upon the fated night , gloomy encompassing thee around. And in the green underwood and cover, up , from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive... Mindful the while that thus time flies for you, That I myself was not more whimsical. Burning more truely as it dwells, than where the lights scatter amid two voices. And all else is silent & perfect with my choices.