When I Go Away From

When You Came, You Were Like Red Wine And Honey, And The Taste Of You Burnt My Mouth With Its Sweetness.

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.

My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

To-night When The Full-bellied Moon Swallows The Stars. Grant That I Know.

May Is Much Sunshine Through Small Leaves.