I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !
And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.