it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;

moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:

one pierced moment whiter than the rest

—turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

He's a darling.
He's a star.
Starplayer
Playing with my heart
Playing with it's beat
Beating like a drum
Drum
Drumming through a song
A song of endless tune
Tune to me
To me, my love
My love, you'll be gone
Gone to another land
Landing in your hometown.
To my secret love,
Love that is unknown
Unknown to you and the world
The world will drown it down
Down to my lonesome nights
Nights I'll dream of you
Dream
Dream
I dream you dream of me too.
Good bye.
I love you.
I'll miss you.
I hope I'll see you again.
And again
And again.
And again.
I hope one day,
One day
I'll be yours
Yours to love.
Love.
Love and hold.

This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made —
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend.