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 th