In Secret Pleasure — Secret Tears This

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.

I Have Lost The Faculty Of Enjoying Their Destruction, And I Am Too Idle To Destroy For Nothing.

No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler In The World's Storm-troubled Sphere.

I Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling