Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice?
Or at the edge of a pale path that encircles the farmlands, or upon the rim of a trembling fountain, whitened by a shimmering moon?
Or beneath the forest's luxuriant, raveled tresses where, calling his name, I was overtaken by the night? Not in the grotto that returns the echo of my cry?
Oh no. To see him again -- it would not matter where -- in heaven's deadwater or inside the boiling vortex, under serene moons or in bloodless fright!
To be with him... every springtime and winter, united in one anguished knot around his ****** neck!