MY SUBLIME SOUL

If my tremulous stay does ever lay—

And I will be no more

In the whirlwind of joy and laughter,

In garden,woods or indoor.

When gentle breeze will ever reach

To unhold your nimbleness,

My rainbow-heart still feels

Your despair and unkindness.

Coldness shall shatter the glass-made lass

Let thunder storm in the sky reborn,

Let showers drop onto the bleeding heart torm

Let vermillion paint death before pass.