Tales of a Flaneur:
By thee my feet are led
Tales of a Flaneur:
Seasonal rest
Tales of a Flaneur:
A meeting to be
Tales of a Flaneur:
A saying hard to shape in act
Tales of a Flaneur:
See the sad years deceased
Tales of a Flaneur:
Give me thy hand and come away
Tales of a Flaneur:
His vague desires across black chaos sail
Tales of a Flaneur:
Gentle words are always gain
Tales of a Flaneur:
Cold heat
Tales of a Flaneur:
Empty poise
Tales of a Flaneur:
Not in the air shall these my words disperse
Tales of a Flaneur:
As if we could walk through
Tales of a Flaneur:
Changed and careless
Tales of a Flaneur:
A subtle twist
Tales of a Flaneur:
They thought their hearts could ne'er recall the light of joy again
Tales of a Flaneur:
Those who have gone before
Tales of a Flaneur:
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had
Tales of a Flaneur:
Surely here is soul
Tales of a Flaneur:
For his return that seems to linger late
Tales of a Flaneur:
So I alone now left disconsolate
Tales of a Flaneur:
Wandering here and there all desolate
Tales of a Flaneur:
All things to end are made
Tales of a Flaneur:
Know myself true
Tales of a Flaneur:
Ne joy of aught that under heaven doth hove
Tales of a Flaneur:
When all about the wind doth blow
Tales of a Flaneur:
Know myself faithful
Tales of a Flaneur:
Mourn to myself the absence of my love
Tales of a Flaneur:
In those white cloisters live secure
Tales of a Flaneur:
A different object do these eyes require
Tales of a Flaneur:
The earth so timely lost
