Do not fret, do not cry, do not
Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.
You're alive, you're inside me, intact,
As a buttress, a friend, an adventure.
I've no fear of standing
As a fraud in my faith in the future.
It's not life, not a union of
We are breaking off, but a hoax mutual.
From straw mattresses' sick
To the fresh air of wide open spaces!
It's my brother and hand.
It's
Like a letter, to you, crisp and bracing.
Like an envelope, tear it across,
With Horizon begin correspondence,
Give your speech the sheer Alpian force,
Overcome the sick sense of forlornness.
O'er the bowl of Bavarian
With the marrow of osseous
You will know I was not a glib
And of sugared assurances spouter.
Fare ye well and God bless you!
Our
And our honour aren't tamely domestic.
Like a sprout in the sunlight, unbend,
And then things will assume a new aspect.
