0 let me grab you whole

I don’t know where it catches you

Is it the throat or the heart that breaks as it speaks?

On the dry stone wall she’s sitting she’s so tall

Too eager,that speed can destroy

Desire overburdens when the fire is too total too hot

And field mice hide in the wainscot

Sacramental ,love must be offered free where it can be found

And the trees moan in the stiff breeze a high sound

0h the niece decree is truly as absolute

As the swaying trees sing like a ship on the sea

S many people will drown in this English history