How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark autumn-evenings come.
...I will speak now,
No longer watch you as you sit
Reading by firelight, that great brow
And the spirit-smal hand propping it,
Mutely, my heart knows how.
...If two lives join, there is oft a scar.
They are one and one, with a shadowy third;
One near one is too far.
- Browning
[And everyone has their price to pay, I don't know what to believe...
I'll call out to the world;
"Hello, can you hear me?"
Oh I will wait for my little songbird, but it's not the right time.
I will fly out on my own.
So, if you see my little songbird, can you tell him I'll wait here, down by the shoreline...]
