Your eyes what flame cold Closer and closer to me All over my worthless being
Ever imagined what I would look like to you, Am I smiling, am I smiling a cruel smile?
Come not nearer! May peace be with us for good And you shall praise me for my beauty Again as ever and forever.
Irrevocable As my shadow already cloacks Your body fallen at my feet. Now give me another look of scorn, But if you dare, and I guess You do not need to do.
No more worries, no more pathos, My fair lady. No more worries, no more pathos, Close your eyes. No more worries, no more pathos.
All your pain in my eyes, All your grief in my eyes, All your mirth in my eyes, My eyes of the serpent that Lusts for your soul.
Like a furious surge breaks itself, Contempt and sneer that I see in your eyes Swallow me deep into the underworld.
------ Splendour in the Grass Quotation from "ODE ON INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY" William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
What through the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind:
In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.