Paroles de Wordcrime

The lover and the poet Alike in dignity Let two more summers wither Wondrous man do not smile at me More than a little proud Less than a little loud Mountains will heave To bring forth Born: a ridiculous mouse Where should this music be? All the world will be in love with night The flattering truth of sleep Such as it is raw and young A spirit of no common rate Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost