METAMORPHOSIS
He was an evil thing to see—Of joy his mouth was desolate,His body was a stunted tree,His eyes were pools of lust and hate.Now silverly the linnet singsOn leaves that from his temples startAnd gay the yellow crocus springsFrom the rich clod that was his heart.
He was an evil thing to see—Of joy his mouth was desolate,His body was a stunted tree,His eyes were pools of lust and hate.Now silverly the linnet singsOn leaves that from his temples startAnd gay the yellow crocus springsFrom the rich clod that was his heart.
He was an evil thing to see—Of joy his mouth was desolate,His body was a stunted tree,His eyes were pools of lust and hate.
He was an evil thing to see—
Of joy his mouth was desolate,
His body was a stunted tree,
His eyes were pools of lust and hate.
Now silverly the linnet singsOn leaves that from his temples startAnd gay the yellow crocus springsFrom the rich clod that was his heart.
Now silverly the linnet sings
On leaves that from his temples start
And gay the yellow crocus springs
From the rich clod that was his heart.