• I would you wouldn’t regard me so,
    With your lofty gaze and high-bourn indifference
    That so solemnly shadows the Earth.
    You are the emblem of fickleness,
    Yet your captive I remain.
    The others merely use you;
    I adore the subtleties
    Your glow,
    Your spirit,
    Yet my admiration you take for granted.
    I shriek my affection as if to open space!
    The grassy plains absorb my doleful cries
    As swirls of magnificent smoky cloud
    Pass me decidedly by.