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 parch?d;
My heart is of frailthy, 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 heart
Thou hast me bereaft -
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;
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 soak?d velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world:
All the beautiful moments shar?d, deliberately push`d aside -
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