Because I know
Some-where in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
...
A kindred spirit in a dying hour
I have no time to dote nor dream
For fate
(That fire of fire)
...
Take this life
I selflessly bestow
Upon the joy upon the sorrow
For dreams I have none to borrow
...
"Constant sorrow, " be thought the morrow,
"For today has come and Gone.
...
For yonder lady
This Poem is penned.
Whose eyes express brightly
Gazing upon such measure
...
I have always had a knack for eavesdropping.
Tho I am not in the least
...
To Mother
Because I know
Some-where in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
Be no more radiant maiden there
Than by the name of Mother, Fair!
Therefore by the name
For years I have set aside and kept,
No ill mannered fate
Shall I accept!
Thy beauty is to me
As the many shores
Upon the perfumed sea!
By the name of Mother
No other shall endure
For no other
Besides fair mother
Holds a love I dare say pure!