FLOWERS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
"Great forests, you alarm me like a mighty fane; Like organ-tones you roar, and in our hearts of stone, Where ancient sobs vibrate, O halls of endless pain! The answering echoes of your " De Profundis " moan."
"And all the hiss of unknown
Turned lifeless and commonplace."
"Were you sleeping on the other side Into frozen, monstrous light It killed you, a stillbirth, anonymous loss The twin fawns, the roses, nothing lives long..."
"Perfect psychosis, noiselessly whirrs..."
"Blotted memory... But my regret will never consume me..."