[ti:A Celle Qui Est Trop Gaie (To Her Who Is Too Gay)]
[ar:elijah's mantle]
[al:Legacy of Corruption]
[02:15.28]Your air, your bearing and your grace
[02:19.12]Are scenic wonders on display,
[02:22.98]And laughter has a lovely way
[02:26.50]Of playing havoc with your face.
[02:30.99]Infected by your radiance,
[02:35.02]The melancholy passer-by
[02:38.96]Lifts up his head to catch your eye ---
[02:42.58]a brief and private audience.
[02:46.84]The startling costumes you prefer,
[02:50.55]The gypsy wit of your attire
[02:54.89]Could set a poet's heart on fire,
[02:58.54]Image of a ballet of flowers.
[03:03.06]Those motley gowns are emblems of
[03:06.87]A madcap soul's vitality;
[03:10.64]But I am the fool, for I can be
[03:15.07]A fool for hate as well as love.
[03:18.99]Ironically, when most depressed,
[03:22.64]I've dragged myself through burgeoning
[03:26.46]Green gardens overcome with spring,
[03:30.93]Where sunlight lacerates my breast;
[03:34.99]When all that young luxuriance
[03:39.23]Half mocked and half rebuked my woes,
[03:43.25]I had to desecrate a rose
[03:47.06]To punish Nature's insolence.
[03:50.61]And I'd crawl, quiet as a worm,
[03:55.03]When midnight sounds and everywhere,
[03:58.95]The cyies of lovers fill the air
[04:03.07]To spy upon your sleeping form,
[04:07.09]Degrace your innocence a bit,
[04:10.77]Till that proud flesh be mortified,
[04:14.86]Then down your unsuspecting side
[04:18.99]I'd carve a deep and bloody slit,
[04:22.64]And by that virgin orifice,
[04:26.74]I would inject in you, sweet dream,
[04:31.03]My venom, in an endless dream,
[04:34.93]But with exquisite tenderness!