"Wordcrime" lyrics - AGAINST NATURE

The lover and the poet
Alike in dignity
Let two more summers wither
Wondrous man do not smile at me

More than a little proud
Less than a little loud

Mountains will heave
To bring forth
Born: a ridiculous mouse
Where should this music be?
All the world will be in love with night

The flattering truth of sleep
Such as it is raw and young
A spirit of no common rate
Blind sight, dead life, poor mortal ghost