Evemen sent you trapesenThrough ripened spiles, thorns and briersThat pierced the braims of sleepDrisk wet your hetful browBut couldn' balm your bandonAt the absence of birdsAs cold moon comes curdlingThrough reddenin' leavesUNDERWHELEMKnow you every tree-tearIn these woods, every placeOf good and not-good'tween sleep and wakeAnd bellyache, each pathUnhealed and stumpiedCharkened embers. The end of summerReeve the Riddle's tardle tongueOf smirched silverCome away love and leave your wandering ..Just a noiseless noiseJust a gawly girlJust a bogus boyGo home now, leave your wandering ...Trapes the fields of feasenTo a chammer of not-sleepCount the ghoul moths trancing at your window