Never wait for me when far in fields, I’ve gone
mad and wild flowered, abandoned every plan
my mind ebbed and fallen, no never do call on me
if when I’m very drunk in halcyon hills of day,
or in lucid colors of a pastiche floral parade
never when lost in splendorous meadows
when a bird of peace, in hills I fly
amid some heavenly place
where I can only but
dream to die