Jesterhead
05-24-2010, 03:24 AM
We too forget to smile and sing
For the gentle wind dove moves silently,
With drowsy head and folded wing
The day I told my love about invisibility.
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be,
The modest rose thorn so rough
The love for the whole world to see.
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit,
The spirit that takes me to see heavens orchestra
That may express my love or thy dear merit.
As I in the mighty hall of god lie
Down with a child with the most knowing eye,
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
So shake the Heaven With tumult thundering by.
I break the fetters of my youth
No more I tread thy mystic round,
But leave thy realms for those of truth
Then no longer bound for whom to be crowned.
While fancy holds her boundless reign
And all assume a varied hue,
When virgins seem no longer vain
And even womens smiles are true.
To melt beneath a wanton tear
Romance discussed with deceit,
And think that eye to truth was dear
Thy silly tears can never flow delight.
Had we never loved so kindly
With shame I own,
Had we never loved so blindly
We both die alone.
For the gentle wind dove moves silently,
With drowsy head and folded wing
The day I told my love about invisibility.
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be,
The modest rose thorn so rough
The love for the whole world to see.
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit,
The spirit that takes me to see heavens orchestra
That may express my love or thy dear merit.
As I in the mighty hall of god lie
Down with a child with the most knowing eye,
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
So shake the Heaven With tumult thundering by.
I break the fetters of my youth
No more I tread thy mystic round,
But leave thy realms for those of truth
Then no longer bound for whom to be crowned.
While fancy holds her boundless reign
And all assume a varied hue,
When virgins seem no longer vain
And even womens smiles are true.
To melt beneath a wanton tear
Romance discussed with deceit,
And think that eye to truth was dear
Thy silly tears can never flow delight.
Had we never loved so kindly
With shame I own,
Had we never loved so blindly
We both die alone.