They asked me how I know my true love was true... I of course replied :"Something here inside cannot be denied" . wanna cry, wanna croon. It`s that old Devil Moon in our eyes ?...When I lovely flame come I have get smoke in my eyes...

Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk...

Only thin smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though lonely pass...

Let me enjoy the earth no less
Because the all-enacting Might
That fashioned forth its loveliness
Had other aims than my delight.