I sit alonelistening to the musicAnd the pain in my heartthe music keeps playingthe pain is keeps goingWhen a disk is scratchedthen it wouldn'tplay the sameIf my heart is scratched,will it ever be the same?
Sleepless nights I lay in bed,Not wanting to close my eyes,just to see you there in the blackness of my dreams.Sure I can delete,your number,your photos,your texts.But how do I deleteYour face?Your voice?And our memories?So I can sleep a sleepless night,without seeing you.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
Now I knew I lost her --Not that she was gone --But Remoteness travelledOn her Face and Tongue.Alien, though adjoiningAs a Foreign Race --Traversed she though pausingLatitudeless Place.Elements Unaltered --Universe the sameBut Love's transmigration --Somehow this had come --Henceforth to rememberNature took the DayI had paid so much for --His is Penury
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,And feathered pampas-grass rides into the windLike aged warriors westward, tragic, thinnedOf half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,--Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushesMy heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,And will be born again,--but ah, to seeBeauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!Oh, Autumn! Autumn!--What is the Spring to me?