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! - 'tis 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 parched;
My heart, my heart, my heart, my heart, my hear, my hear,
My hear is of frailty, my pale skin is hued 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 heart!
Thou hast me bereaft! -
But run thou sayest;
I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,I run,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,I leave ,I leave ,I leave ,I leave ,I leave-
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky - descending;
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk.
In my mind in which is this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway?! -
After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beatiful moments shared, deliberatlely push'd aside -
...a distance there is...
