So may you fly from here my songs.
Wherever seek your places I shan't reach
Go to sail beyond these shores
And raise on seas of music;
...
Whilst she posed, prettifying melancholia
the rest were wearing it alternately;
lost wayfaring days ‘midst lapsing degradation.
Her sphinx-like enigmas,
...
I
Silk yarn of stone entangled by remembrance
Your beauty swept me London's streets in shy romance.
Afraid I feared my words might trouble your serenity;
...
From Chaucer's ‘Against Women Unconstant'
Lo! in her obsessiveness
Many a man has lost his grace.
...
I
Rise above, sing again, sweet Nightingale
With Whistling wings through forests assail.
Unbeknown, go, fly alone, cantillate desires
...
When fingertips grip with grief's amusing
And sorrow sweep the mind oppressed
Let music play my Cypress singing
To speed new sounds of chorded quest.
...
Joyous is life whilst summertime lasts.
Green the trees alive with Skylark song.
Aye, but nearer blows the winds that blast
And summons the tempest strong.
...
When the Nightingale sings
in fields alive near woodlands green
grows the leaves & trees as meadows spring
in April comes relief.
...
You skinny cuck of meagre roses,
Come suffuse the air with fragrant music.
Sing us out of this cave of shadows.
Speak of Pyrraph
...