You are here again,
Oh, my terrible thoughts-
Old waste last year rain,
Sick exhausted black birds.
I don't need you, get out!
Have you heard, what I said?
Stop your flying about.
I don't need you. I'm dead.
I have just locked my heart
And my soul has slept.
I'm the strictest self-guard
Of my peace. I won't let
You come in.
Do not think to stay here.
My remembrance is clean
So, fly away, dear!
