An Autumn Love Cycle/How My Heart Sinks
How My Heart Sinks
How my heart sinks when I behold the sad reflection of my face,A wan and wistful wound, with oh, such meagre grace;How can you hold me dear withal and conjure charms withdrawn.Or does the Autumn twilight hold a charm unknown to dawn?
Hold! Do not speak! some day perchance, I'll read the message direWithin the ashes of the flame, the aftermath of fire,Ere then perhaps I shall have found the highways of the soulWhere one may read uncrucified, the blood-words of the scroll.Till then, uphold illusion's veil before my gaze the whileThat I may gather strength to fuse from agony, a smile!