what shall I do if suddenly I found
myself helplessly trying to keep my
self from loving you? what then shall I do?
since that night when the light of the crescent
moon glimpsed upon the most profound gropings
of my then inanimate existence,
I was as if cast into the stars, lost
in the distant efficacy of your
tenderness. it was that very evening
that I was cast into your raveling;
I opened my eyes this morning and saw
the familiar sunshine of yesterday.
If I cannot help it any longer,
I shall but then tell you more about it.