"Rise O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier fiercer sweep
long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me;
Long I roamed the woods of the north.."
An one moment of deepy enamoured thought,
I contest the weight of my soul;
The clamoring bellows in my heart.
I shared it with you.
Actually, you knew it before I spoke.
But why, why;
was there a loss of words on your part?
A heartwrenching virtue of yours is you don't know.
You just don't know;
my indications of longing
from ones filled with woe.