O Dusk, be not so sweet! I could better bear the pain Lashed by some relentless wind, Drenched by chilling rain. Dusk, Dusk, the scent of you Leaves me faint and weak; Dead arms hold me tenderly, Dead lips my lips seek. Haste Night, with your black veil, Bring you a blinding storm: I can no longer bear the feel Of this Dusk, clinging, warm. |