by Daniel Robert Deutscher
Love in stormy mist dreams appears but real
Only to have the atmosphere of gloom
Cleanse this archaic thought from which rain steal
And its purity diluted will seal.
Its emotions are cold, warm, and wet rain
That stir in my mind's clouds which rumble doom
From the charges sphere's it gives luminous pain
And will only bring me damp leaves to gain.
Soaked with envy of my dreams today
Never in heart's devotion could she stay
But in these bleak clouds to part, I shall dream
And be that, I will only see with love's beam.