The fiery passion-angel   
   By cemetery side -   
   Romanticism's avenger -   
   Took us upon a ride   
      
   Through all the passion's ranges   
   From heartbreak to delight,   
   Into and through derangement   
   And gave us second sight -   
      
   Through rapture and through sorrow   
   Through beauty and through wrath   
   Through sunlight and through snowstorm   
   And through both life and death:   
      
   Leading half-way to heaven   
   Leading half-way to bliss   
   And, like a pitch-black raven,   
   Pitching upon the trees   
      
   From which it cawed and muttered   
   And, with my soul in beak,   
   Threw me into a gutter   
   Wherefrom I now speak.   
      
   It was a gorgeous journey,   
   It was a glorious ride,   
   Running in early morning   
   Out to the riverside,   
      
   Holding you, gently breathing,   
   With your head next to mine,   
   Tenderness endless feeling   
   With our hearts intertwined,   
      
   Kissing you softly sleeping   
   On the dock in my arms,   
   Feeling the passion deepen   
   Under the flashing stars,   
      
   Doing, in exaltation,   
   Pull-ups off trees and walls,   
   Feeling the inspiration   
   Reaching impassioned souls,   
      
   Learning French, and embracing   
   Upon a waterbed,   
   On a lakeside undressing   
   Inside a sleeping bag,   
      
   Reciting Blake and Coleridge   
   Hearing your brilliant speech   
   Acquiring truth and knowledge -   
   What more could I beseech:   
      
   You are like stars in heaven,   
   You are like wind and rain,   
   You are like moon and Neptune   
   You are both joy and pain -   
      
   I fathom all that happened   
   And whether I'm in rue   
   Or whether I am happy   
   I won't get over you.   
      
   In beauty that we shared,   
   Passion that through us coursed   
   Is end to all despair   
   And end to every curse:   
      
   Taking to divine splendor   
   Taking to the truths sublime   
   Where I can't sit, lie or stand or   
   See, but feel space and time   
      
   Before this passion melting,   
   Turning soft in my glove,   
   As from it I am smelting   
   The sculpture to our love -   
      
   From truth that you've awakened   
   Comes knowledge of the whole   
   And, if I'm not mistaken,   
   Keys to the human soul.   
      
   I'll take what you have given   
   And use it as a key   
   To place where all's forgiven   
   And all the paths are free -   
      
   To reach higher and deeper   
   Uniting sky and earth   
   And in my heart to keep her -   
   Love to which we gave birth.   
      
   The passion's flaming angel   
   Broke through the clouds to forge   
   Upon the divine anvil   
   A burning blowtorch   
      
   Melding the pearls and iron   
   Into a wedding ring   
   And into its environs   
   Bringing eternal spring,   
      
   Puncturing through the seeming   
   There to avail of light -   
   Angel of passion, dreaming   
   From day into the night.   
      
   The messenger of passion   
   Took me into the sky   
   And I took a concussion   
   While learning there to fly -   
      
   And, as I was still dreaming   
   Of living in the sky,   
   The angel turned a demon   
   And screamed at me to die.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)