So far from the city the stars brilliant on a field of ebony. Star-specked stillness. It was grass and silence of night.
Field of Ebony
Perfect Recluse
Her anger was furious, her love fierce. However, she had a propensity to invariably vex. She learnt she had not once trusted. She was a perfect recluse, perfectly contented, how long before those she notice, you could not climb the frost.
At Both Ends
You and I were weary of enduring treachery at both ends; I'll ask you to do nothing but sit witnessing the conclusion and he'll be my ruin.
I Can’t Fancy Him
Turning to take a last glance, he's young and kind and naturally, I can't fancy him, I thought, surveying my companion.
My Cry
In vain I cry where is he? I send my cry hoping it may reach you.
Gray Dream
The night came. I sat alone my gray dream gathering. I see him in the ghost of it - my sweet transcendent pain.
Snowy Meadow
I love winter, the pools of ice and snowy meadow.
Mornings Are Good
Mornings are good, as close as it got to innocence, this transition to wakefulness.
I Remain Solitary
He would have broken me. Under these circumstances, I remain solitary.
Time Flowed
Time flowed on slowly, until years passed wild and never stopped.
