Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
Light the first light of
In which we rest and, for small reason,
The world imagined is the ultimate good
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous
Light the first light of
In which we rest and, for small reason,
The world imagined is the ultimate good
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous
Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,
And to see them,
God gives us a heart and an eye;
Nor leaves us untouch'd by the pleasure they yield,
Here, where the lonely hooting
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones
I
I walk alone;
The midnight
Spins itself from under my feet;
When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat me of my share Of that which makes it sweet to strive For life, and dying still survive, A name in sunshine written higher Than lark or poet dare aspire
But I grew weary doing well
Beside...
Being a
Is quite a bother
You are as free as
With time to spare,