O jilting love thy sunny eyes
Gleam oer each gloomy token
Of cheeks made pale with dreary sighs
Hearts frownd upon & broken

When first the world & I shook hands
In visions of success
Right fair seemed favours flimsy bands
That cheated my distress
My joy was linked
With friendships gil[d]ed chains
Some death hath [taen] but falshood more
Till not one link remains

Where are hearts that cannot praise
Or hearts that ere could wound 'em
Sweet women in their witching ways
With youth & health around 'em

The trees lead into the distance and bluish is the roadside pathway .
And bluish twinkles a village dipped in mists, like a fairy tale .
And irresolute, aimlessly I ramble off along the path .
The trees lead — so I shall go, and shall forget all that has been .
And shall not think of what's to come — but only follow the blue gleam .

Four boys in white blouses are sitting on a rock in the park with their backs toward the coming night .
Four boys, white as swans, are gazing at the sky, where a thin rosy cloud spreads like a wing .
Four boys — white swans, ride dreaming in the sky on the back of a giant rosy butterfly .

The town is burning. Thick, black smoke, fat devouring flames and drunken cries and chants writhe upward to the sky. Terrified running of white men. And newly freed negroes with bright rags on their black bodies, with white teeth of beasts and steaming nostrils pour like waves into the streets, screaming and singing and bearing devastation with their broad, animal feet .
A black forest of heads, bent by a storm .
The forest grows and the storm grows. And his knees bend, whose fate it was to be the liberator .

Close up the windows & shut out the night
The peeping moon makes but a chill display
That streaks between the blinds its freezing light
Painting cold pictures of the closing day
The childern they are hastening in from play
So seek a match & light the candle up
& set the noisey burring wheel away

The daisey wan the primrose pale
Seem nought but white & yellow flowers
To every heedless passer bye
When they attend the springs young hours
But they are loves & friends to me
That tell me in each short sojourn
Of what they felt & I did feel
In springs that never will return

With the evening glow into the night, out of the night with the morning light. With the evening glow rock yourself, heart, and sway; with the morning light ring forth your joy.
Like evening glow vanish somewhere; find yourself again like the morning light. In the evening glow become your own dream, in the morning light become your own bliss.

Brownstone the house, the balconies blue; there lives a lady, a lovely little lady. Lilac is her gown, love her words and joy: blue ringlets on crystal mirrors. O lady mine, lady of time a-gone .
Lilac silk the gown and vine brocade the trail; blue ribbons in the curly flaxen braids; white fingers among the coral strings — white little daggers in her heart for me. And words: blue ringlets on crystal mirrors. O lady mine, lady of time a-gone .