What Should I Be But Just What

A Ghost In Marble Of A Girl You Knew Who Would Have Loved You In A Day Or Two.

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.

Soar, Eat Ether, See What Has Never Been Seen; Depart, Be Lost, But Climb.

I Only Know That Summer Sang In Me A Little While, That In Me Sings No More.

Should At That Moment The Full Moon Step Forth Upon The Hill, And Memories Hard To Bear At Noon, By Moonlight Harder Still, Form In The Shadows Of The Trees, - Things That You Could Not Spare And Live, Or So You Thought, Yet These All Gone, And You Still There, A Man No Longer What He Was, Not Yet The Thing He Planned.