The Things I Have Are

Love That I Bear Within My Breast How Is My Armour Melted How My Heart

I Knew The Poor, I Knew The Hideous Death They Die, When Famine Lays Its Bleak Hand On The Door; I Knew The Rich, Sated With Merriment, Who Yet Are Sad.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Could Beauty Be Beaten Out, O Youth The Cities Have Sent To Strike At Each Other's Strength, It Is You Who Have Kept Her Alight.

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.