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| Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! - 'its not the rain; thence me it has to be - I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear; Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence, yet thou let'st thy lass into peril - Thou let'st me be parch�d; My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hu�d damask When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest - There I soon am to be - but how am I to run when my bones, my hear Thou hast me dereaft - But run thou Sayest; I run- And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be. Thou tell'st me to leave without delay - I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands; Go! - the shadows, the sky - descending; So by a dint of smile I gail ere I run and melt together with dusk. In my mind in which is this event, Bit it seems as if naught is to change anyway? ! After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths - The sombre soak�d velvet-drape is hung upon me, Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beautiful moments shar�d, deliberatlely push'd aside - ...a distance there is.... |