The blank countenance Of this fair, paper Oh! How it gets marred By the jeopardy of my words And of my bloody emotions Or stormy sentiments Hey, lay off your hands of such marsh Where you are drowned head under...
There is no return To the blooming fairyland Beyond'where dwells those hearts And arms Which embrace One and all alike Binding the fugitive souls Such as mine and set smiles On such blank faces.
Ah! But my heart craves To reach you, to touch you Give me but one chance Guide me to your breast of understanding Lead my amateur finger To the destination Of unfulfilled fulfillment Judge me oh ultimate In the Trial of my defense To be the 'poetess' unremembered...
