come in out of the rain thou sayest but thou ne er step st aside and i am trapp d i m trapp d a distance there is none save me and the bodkin pitter patter on the roof behold tis not the rain thence me it hath to be i will not drink thy vintage wine my dear thou hast heed d that i am of innocence yet thou let st thy lass into peril thou let st me be parch d my heart my heart my heart my heart my heart my heart my heart is of frailthy my pale skin is hued damask when thou thy tears hast hidden come back thou sayest there i soon am to be but how am i to run when my bones my heart thou hast me bereaft but run thou sayest i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run i run and there and then i behold that a time will come when i again dead will be thou tell st me to leave without delay i leave i leave i leave i leave i leave with my bodkin and my tears in my hands lo the shadows the sky descending so by a dint of smite i gait there before i run and melt together with dusk in my mind in which is this event but it seems as if naught is to change anyway after all these years thou left st me down in the emotional depths the sombre soak d velvet drape is hung upon me turning my feelings turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world all the beautiful moments shared deliberately push d aside after all these years thou left st me down in the emotional depths the sombre soak d velvet drape is hung upon me turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world all the beautiful moments shared deliberately push d aside a distance there is a distance there is 