the day

running faster time has fallen,
for this thing that i did fall in,
look around behold the lovliness
of that which has surrounded me,

lifted hearts, o seem of eden,
lovely storm so wild and heathen,
spouting fourth the joy i capture,
in the fearful happiness,

reality has sat now down,
for this moment rosy gown,
as though reserved, clock set time,
in which the world did smile at me,

Wrinkled woman sits upon,
the gallows age curses thereupon,
and recalls this day of joy,
the day the world stood still for me.