Wearing robes of solemnity
My senses stand erect
This moment I am solitary

As you watch me, eyeless
Observe a brutal face
I need silence, I need to be alone

Look at me
My bony fingers wrapped in rags
I am pursued and love is withered

My eyes will see, if my spirit lives
The wind shouts its commands
The earth has stopped my ears

I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones around my throat
I have heard of your beauty

And would sacrifice my days
These midnight wanderings
And vain laments

Pour upon me
A sympathetic glance
My splendour has gone

you will find me face down
let those days pass
in sorrowful procession

Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold
I cry with rage

To be remembered with pity
Let the leaves unfold
Where dead leaves have rotted

Ask me what I suffer
Years of fruitless clinging
to enfeebled arms

That wave of benevolent salute
I have heard of your beauty
Pursue me, beckon me

to cast the stones from my throat
in the earth's dark entrails
My glazed eyes close forever

My my eyes will see
If my spirit lives