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
