All What I Left

At which a stone from the moon My name could be shattered in delight Wake or sleep, as last a rose, full of balloon; But when traveling stars which fright A few poisonous kiss to air, I love Such May stream as they were setting Down again such growth from above In such drowsily breath; and accenting My hearts once again from this muse cry. I cannot hold dreams to turn them by Neither snapping a thing like that because can’t I find a path Upon which I dull in and out for peace; A moment, a night I mean, and to make it a heath, Where all flights and earth displace A month of sorrow; which today – yes! Today When my mind is unrest, such unpleasant Dream won’t haunt anymore my weakness as the same doomsday; So let me die tomorrow as a fool arrogant.