1. Ignorance
Tears of you in my hands diamonds on fire
I feel your pain in my ignorance of love
Time passes by as this night emptiness I feel
I know, oh I know, I forget you.
Sharing my pain with the night
But the pain is growing
Your black hair, black winds
From crystal mountains
Afraid the future afraid to live
Till the sleep takes my thoughts,
Come to me
Waves sound words to me,
Words I heard as I stood alone
Words of you
5. Abstract Thoughts
Lo! 'tis agala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in form of God on high,
Mutter and mumbled low,
And hither and thither fly
Mere puppets they,who come and go
At biding of vast formless things
That shift the scenary to and fro,
Flapping from out of their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
The motley drama-oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, among the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! It writhes! With mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore
imbuted.
Out-out are the lights-out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, the funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy Man
and its hero the
Conqueor worm.
