In my highest highs and lowest lows
I’ve known perfect joy and pain
And while dreams of waking love delight
Have left me broken-hearted again
Moments of quietude and contemplation
Thus have been my only true friends
And as the moon cast a pale light over the sea
I find that this violet one bends
Like stormy nights restless
Reflect on the unsettled soul
What could be more pure and bright
Than the night and the stars that make one whole?
For shadows in the fateful morning—
They linger on this frigid skin,
With a poisonous taste of mourning
And of ease and love for scorning