... a ball? Whose heart flew - yours or mine, Do you recall? And still again - what has... a whip would do, And - in the silver - opal. Hand, meriting a fiddlestick, Gone into precious silk,... This heart storms, no doubt. With a black silk armor - dress, Voice with gypsy hoarseness, ... the hour of love, To whom I upon black midnight Did not dreadfully vow - ...

... but a ball? Whose heart flew - yours or mine, Do you recall? And still again - what has...which a whip would do, And - in the silver - opal. Hand, meriting a fiddlestick, Gone into precious silk, ... out: This heart storms, no doubt. With a black silk armor - dress, Voice with gypsy hoarseness, Until... the hour of love, To whom I upon black midnight Did not dreadfully vow - To live,...