The train comes close, huffing a puff of gray
My heart a numb and shattered piece of ice
My back’s turned to her as she boards away
The last of her packages, her supplies
The clouds above a silver, hoary black
But when the train’s last cry the air did blade
I turned to look at it behind my back
But sadly far off like mist it did fade
But then an urge took over my wan heart
And I began to run after that train
Just like a famished wolf, just like a dart
But only then I realized I’m insane
For trying this fast train to catch, tis tough
A deed, just like trying to catch torn love

I once was of my life afraid
    Each day was bitter vice
Beneath the snows of cruel fate
    I cried, my tears to ice

Froze up and then they gathered near
    Beneath stars, icy-cold
But when cordial, she did appear
    She turned my woes to gold

And gave me the large nugget, bright
    And kissed my heart and cheek
And turned to mellow morn the night
   And warm all those once bleak

And I awoke to streaming light
    And freshest scent of spring
For wealth of love, most sweet and bright
    It gave me everything

I see amid the dancing grass
    A shining, mellow, little rose
Such grandeur, such beauty she has
    A maiden thus, most grandiose

Her pose elegant yet frail
    Her hair a crimson net of sheen
Catching the stars falling pale
    Shining like clots of dew, pristine

Like maiden Spring, she is most fair
    Like summer, bright, yet shy and gray  
As winter, white, her crimson hair
    Are like the leaves by Autumn’s sway

And such marvels are all too few
    Of such marvel, no mortal knows
But I found it, I pluck, to you
     I give, a sign of love, this rose

Down through the Alps, immortal, standing high
Whose feathers are the clouds of passing days
And whose sweet bosoms touch the milky sky
And whose faint breaths birth thick and gentle haze;
Upon the hills and valleys, laced with white
And brushed by bonnets of the passing clouds
There is beneath the mounts, a lovely sight:
Which please all mortal eyes: soft daisy crowds.
Of all unearthly, flowery June treasure
Of all the decors and bouquets of spring
Perchance, the fairest, by all equal measure
Yon daisies, in the moist glades, lingering
    And there where such soft blossoms dance and play
    Are you and I upon a summer day

Sweet love, if death’s black net my mind shall cover
And drape with doubly twining nets my heart,
Be not the one to weep and cry, dear lover
For never shall I from your essence, part.
When you shall to your chambered bed, retire,
I shall bear my embalming pinions
Above your crest, so that when you shall tire,
You’ll safely roam in dream’s dominions.
When you shall wake before the morning’s charms,
And bear upon your brain, renewéd thought,
I shall enwrap you with my tender arms,
Although you’ll feel them as the air and not
    As mortal flesh, but some unearthly ether,
    For, love, in life and death we’ll stay together.

We are the restless clouds that sift through night
    That speed and veil the graceful midnight moon
That pass across the stars, small jewels bright
    We are two clouds dressed in soft, snow-white plume

But even as we pass, we seem a pair
    O, most unfit and frightful, so I’d say
But e’en such thoughts won’t ever ***** love’s flare
    But e’en such thought won’t e’er veer love away

We are the restless clouds that break the mere
    Of sky, a perfect, untouched pane of blue
That pass the forests, that in our flight tear
    The lands, supine, the meadows cloaked in dew

We pass with the cool winds of purest dream
    We are two clouds that soar most high above
Each valley and each shadow-swallowed stream
    We are two clouds, bound with the force of love

When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to bear
No more a single thought of gloom or tear
For tangled comes my heart in wreathes of drear
For seeing just the day lie on its bier.
Up at the twinkling summer stars I gaze
And far as any falcon, swift, may spy
Lie constellations whose postures can trace
A story of some wild ecstasy;
A tale of unworldly days of yore
When wine flowed free and through the earth did seep
And Heracles stood tall and Phobetor
Was purely myth to scare the young to sleep.
    And as I stare upon these stars, my eyes
    Close then and open to new morning skies.

I meant myself to be most true
With strong my heart o’er desire
But welding as one me and you
Is like welding ice and fire

My heart was once bright with love’s zest
And perchance I believe it so
That our strong love, it was the best
Before it diminished in woe

I meant myself to be most strong
My anger o’er love to control
But all the rights and each my wrong
Has welded in bitter recall

I know what I’ve done was a sin
Abandoning your heart but then
I realized all was great as been
So—will you love me once again?

With words as soft as falling rain
Upon a cloudy night
She said she loves me, once again
And that all is all right

Her voice like silk, most soft and free
With drum beats of her heart
But light that once fell upon me
Turns dark, joy that once wert

Withers to faint a flower dead
And words once soft as rain
Turn dark to bullets of gray lead
Turn dark since when he came

Now they pierce both my scarred, black ears
And my heart turns to ice
And same the coldest, frozen tears
That stream from out my eyes

I feel forlorn, I feel depressed
I walk, I walk alone
And once that beat from heart and breast
Now only beats my own

But maybe after gone is he
I could rejoice again
For you would love me just  for me
And not another man

The vast sapphire nebulae of space,
    All rising o’er in zeniths of sweet dreams,
    Feed all the leas and all the murm’rous streams
With folds on cloudy folds of moonbeam rays.
Whene’er I look within the lake’s clear face,
    I see each high aurora, which then gleams,
    Caroused with Heaven’s soft and dewy beams,
Which flicker in a thick and splendid haze.
I see the moon, upon the whole world gaze
And all the stars which skies with their souls trace,
Glide, trembling in some waters’ ebbing grace
     With some unearthly music, so it seems.
Oh, as I sit before the pale light
    Of stars, I sigh and dream of sacred bliss,
    And tuck myself in Heaven’s chrysalis,
I feel as if such place is more than night…

Young athlete who just joined the game
Keep your hopes high while running low
Towards success must be your aim
For you to wend, for you to go

E’en if you lose, e’en if you drop
Trodden by feet of rivalry
Get right back up and never stop
And win this race with chivalry

Ne’er seclude yourself, ne’er be coy
Don’t take in vain each accolade
Don’t be too scared, don’t over joy
And don’t let worthy honor fade

Never go blind with dark distress
Nor deaf with roars of losing so
Young athlete, don’t apply duress
But keep dreams high while running low

And even if you go too deep
Down the path you should not have set
Your worthy honor always keep
With bravery, ne’er with regret

Keep running on, keep running still
At the far end, light you will see
Keep running with force, if you will
You will soon grasp bright victory

And don’t let such grand rewards go
But don’t keep them so you may boast
Keep your dreams high while running low
And keep on trying if you lost