And midst the writhe of parapets Where angels sigh, lonely she sits Upon the lip Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish Her kiss a chrysalis To break to make my fluttered heart amiss And in those frozen moments won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all But for the Rapture That ancient plan for my defeat Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free It seems again dreams wend to capture!
