Mar 26, 2022 KnowsCount —for it exhausts my spirit I bid thee farewell fair and well, Thou fiend in high estate: The ruthless mien wherewith you dwell, Gold you electroplate. Ere lilies within herbage hide, As wintry wind unfold; Songbirds songless on trees abide, Their grief and woe untold; Ere the wondrous world close its eyes —And poets miss their call, I challenge thee who torment me: Moles and molecules all. With fancies gazing spirits high, Thy carbon compounds die; And thine own deathb...
