My eyes hold the eventide, -- albeit behind the eyes thou hast thro' which I 'hold naught else -- a flame enshroudéd in itsblackness; but the raven; -- burning without the faintest breeze. sleep my dearest ones - -- teach me, dearest, the reasonwherefore mind not the palling velvet darkness -- thou by such angst mark'dart?! wherefore is here loneliness?; infinite hollowness in which my thoughts echo, to the shadows i whisper - with the shadows i waltz - bear me; i am not the plague, altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?! dare not naysaying my grant; -- dance no longer with theshadows, vanish with me abaft the unlight! - -- dance no longer with thedead in the graveyard; o! the taste on thine lips; -- dance with me the mephistowaltz. a trickling deep red love - -- wedlock 'twixt day and night - everlasting lightheartédness - -- offer me relief fro thesunrays. a kiss for thee my dear. ah! such delight i sense: -- eternally and ne'erendingly; savour the bitter grapes of life! -- a soulsister of thine iam. -- let me openly greet thy kiss; -- the most loving and caring bites. grant me thineself!, i bore the woe in my heart, my heart was shatter'd into its tithe, -- as i depart embraceme, save yet are its chambers in flood. -- and in paltry time will ire-awake - -- i love thee.