I can no more for now it comes again

That stands

Over ruin which is less

Than pain

Let master for negation

And collapse

All that makes me mad

And cool still

A fierce and restless fight begins

To feel the mansions of my soul

And the worse and worse

Some bodily form of ill falls

On the wind with many a low sun curse

Tainting

The hallowed air

And laughs and flops in your swings

And it makes me wild

Who will hutter

Hutter and dispense

Oh jesus help pray for me

Merry

Pray

From angels tears

Oh such as king adore thee