More than charitable in my piercing passion, yet she sighs.

As for me, for now it is as in brighter years, and wilt be forevermore,

That I do so fall hard for her words each and ev'ry night

And let in the charming winds thru windows on the shore.


What have I but her if so? What has she that torments me?



The night whispered softly as it was in the know....

"Simply everything."