We bought a castle in the clouds
with whispered promises and vows,
but now that I'm alone it crowds
with fevered thoughts, no peace allows.
I'll fly no more within a bright blue day,
nor visit heaven's soft and dreamy plains.
I have no strength for work, nor heart for play,
but only these dark thoughts and bitter pains.
Anon the dream returns. I'll wake to feel the burns. In sweetest love I fell, not heaven, but to hell.
Tale Told 