Remind me not, accuse me not Of what we left in darkness back. As swan with its white-snowly neck My song of love bemournth my lot. I'd like to see You more and more. Which hathn't hopes of known part. Which sweet and thorny as a rose.
Night is black.
Boat brought by waves too close in wreck. On sea was beaten by the storm My sails are tor'n, my soul is tor'n. And boast all of yesterday Was broken now as sullen hay. And almost my, for almost here. They got their pleasure on their own.