Why is it that you now turn away
With never a smile to shine its warm light unto me.
Have those full lips ever formed my name with kind intent ,
And what hopeful loving gesture did this Heart ever see ?
So then ; I will cast you adrift from all thoughts ,
No more will I Sing Sonnets of Loves delight .
But - you are my Beatrice, My Laura , Erato’s Sweet Breath ,
And when dusk calls you will be In Dreams ,
That crazed Asylum of fever fuelled Night.