April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.