Come in out of the rain thou sayest but thou ne'er step'st aside And I am trapp'd A distance there is None save me and the bodkin pitter patter on the roof: Behold 'tis not the rain thence me it has to be I will not drink thy vintage wine my dear Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence yet thou let'st thy lass into peril Thou let'st me be parched My heart is of frailty my pale skin is hued damask When thou thy tears hast hidden Come back thou sayest There I soon am to be but how am I to run when my bones my heart Thou hast me bereaft But run thou sayest I run And there and then I behold that a time will come when I again dead will be Thou tell'st me to leave without delay I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands Lo the shadows the sky descending So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together with dusk In my mind in which is this event But it seems as if naught is to change anyway After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths The sombre soaked velvet drape is hung upon me Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world: All the beatiful moments shared deliberatlely push'd aside A distance there is编辑于2021/05/16更新