May I yet kiss your cheek goodbye

That humbly I might bow away

And leave such treacheries behind

Before I send you to your early grave?

May I yet turn my eyes above

And glimpse the light I dear adore

The humming of a lighter love

Without your hate, your fear, your lovely scorn?

May I yet catch another day

Between my meek and clumsy hands

To feel that coarseness slip away

Not you to treat with silk from fairer lands?

May I yet wish for weather light

And break my travels in with sun

That sea won’t welcome with a fight

As you can send me to the floor, undone?

May I yet bid to run from cold

That it forgets sweet memories

And I could still grow young to old

Far run then from your cursing remedies?

May I yet seek those distant dreams

That you had cast down to the sands

In hopes to weather down the seams

So I could run not from your caring hands?

May I yet find a dearer place

That my new life could start with hope

And I would not need run a race

To seek affections as those you withhold?

May I yet bolt from deserts dry

To stop my drowning circumstance

The time I fear indeed draws nigh

For, to you, I would ever fall again?