Grotesque fairyland-astrayWith fine falling snowthis
myth now melts awayThrough bloody archwaysit flows
upstreams to seethis heartache parching meBurns my
gaiety, tahng down it's golden maskMy tears ooze away
on drifting soilThrough peace I stride and fleeYour
musing thoughts caressed by fearI hear some nightingales,
they singMy withered dreams to healBeauty's rose should
never dieMy grief lies onward,
joy behindBut nature calls it to be goneSo tired with
my woe...Stormy gusts of winter's dayFor restful death
I begEre that sun doth wakeDrown my sins'black memoryWhat
freezings have I feltwhat dark days seen in sleep a
kindMounted on the wind your barenesscomes to touch
the sealsStormy gusts of winter's dayFor restful death
I begEre that sun doth wakeDrown my sins' black memoryFor
never resting time leads summeron my heart is slainWithing
this would which iron did impressthere will a river
whispering runThe very birds are muteThe dread the
winter's nearTheir sings, they wet my eyesDrown my
world with weeping earnestlyToo hot the eye of heaven
shinedAnon, the tunnel I will findPraise deep vermilion
in the roseWhat tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light, thy picture in my sightIt's held within his
handsIt's grounded in my heartDisguised in bridal veilsMorning
shadows wear awayHow many mornings have I seen?