This is a story That happened long ago I never thought love would ever find me Only infernal pain and woe Weeping and wailing Saw gold and could not drink (from Season In Hell, Rimbaud) Somnambulance eased the sea of questions A sea of trouble brings and then The breeze whispered your name Long enough to hear it Trees whispered the same What I must do is follow you Into the water and all the way to sea Little fishes and eels and frogs dive after So careless and so free Must I abide now Against the glassy stream To wake or to sleep, remain forever The strangest lily seen And then the breeze whispered your name Long enough to hear it Trees whispered the same What I must do is follow you