A Distance There Is

Come in out of the rain thou sayest
But thou ne'er step'st aside ; and I am trapp'd
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin
Pitter-patter on the roof :
Behold ! - 'tis not the rain ; thence me it has to be
I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear
Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into peril
Thou let'st me be parchéd ;
My heart is of frailty,
My pale skin is huéd damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back ! ", thou sayest
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run    
When my bones, my heart thou hast me bereaft-
But run thou sayest ; I run -
And there and then I behold that a time will come
When I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without delay
I leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands
Lo ! - the shadows, the sky - descending ;
So by a dint of smite I gait
Ere I run and melt together with dusk.
Yon the reach of my mind I keep this event,
But it seems as if naught is to change anyway ? !
After all these years thou left me down in the emotional dephts -
The sombre soakéd velvet-drape is upon me hung,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world :
All the beautiful moments sharéd, deliberatlely push'd aside -
... a distance there is...

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