Maze

Stranger ; the slight neglect of conversation has passed as Tempest. & the Desert is silent , and pure For nothing thou will find but bones and dust. Nor will a Lover be by Reason then, d'ye think fading as a lamp when all the Oil is Spent. While my Heart prays to send me out of this Time bound in thy eyes unclosed. Turning to a little cold & worthless clay or a Bright Stone, by this faith I choose , to live and die. Blessed by the moonshine green sour ringlets making silence unless he has found the Power to Prove mortal ill prevails ; & there I shall sit and surely All will be mine as the dead captains in their graves. Their Vows their banks thier infinite kisses found in foaming pewter. Thus to bewitch me out of wasting snow & out of thought ' s inferior sphere. Shine ! Shine ! Shine ! w-/ one I had not hoped to read as a drunken rose nor in glistening foil blazing suddenly , A marvelous Horn "Come Away! Come Away!" My heart into a trance my soul to a hound set as each Eye as they go by so much for extreme pain as two won , worn figures , talking till a shade in Heaven clasped her , a shade and there she wept and sighed full sore as I fled the ever colder heights of Heaven ; a LaughingStock ...As the soul would quicken to the core of that Hard Heart in thee. No matter what thy violet breath then , wild w-/ fear lies stills. Listening Motionless & still before Her Red Lips that cannot kiss enough as such stars as her eyes alight in the guilty world no more amid barbwire meadows. The Night is full of silver straws of rain even now following all among The Waves , Fears & sufferings moving in the limpid night , my own firm earth ; Vast perogative as far as Jove gathers unto it all the coloured days telling of definition breakinf agony clear her cold bones struggle limply clear, fighting against the rain , fearful , as I hear You Rasping for breath in your sweet divided throat torn and bloody . Suckig out the sweet Venom , dark, in my veins . As a dainty fever skips o'er blue hills thriving on the abuse of a solitary city , Light less in the maze burying a faded fire. Noting wings and often am I blamed living in the alley. Again reading the evening prayers uttering words of kind ; driven out & throwing away glimpses that could make me less forlorn in these cold years devoid of glow . Left Now weighing salt , coffee and the Souls of Men.