If my tremulous stay does ever lay—
And I will be no more
In the whirlwind of joy and laughter,
In garden,woods or indoor.
When gentle breeze will ever reach
To unhold your nimbleness,
My rainbow-heart still feels
Your despair and unkindness.
Coldness shall shatter the glass-made lass
Let thunder storm in the sky reborn,
Let showers drop onto the bleeding heart torm
Let vermillion paint death before pass.