MOOD

My thoughts are something my soul fears I tremble at my very glee Sometimes I feel arrive in me A dim, a cold. a sad, a fierce A lust like spirituality It makes me one with all the grass My life takes colour at all flowers The breeze that seemeth loth to pass Shakes off red petals from my hours And my heart sulters without showers Then God becomes a vice of mine And divine feelings an embrace That sinks my senses in its wine And leaves no outline in my ways Of seeing God flower, grow and shine My thoughts and feelings mingle and form A vague and hot soul unity Like a sea that expects a storm A lazy ache and fret make me A murmur like a coming swarm My parched thoughts mix and occupy Their interpresences and swell To each others' places. I descry Nought in me save impossible Mixtures of many things all I I am a drunkard of my thoughts My feelings' juice o'erruns my soul My will becomes soaked in them all Then life stagnates a dream and rots To beauty in my verses' dole