There's a ringing in my ear   And I fear   I'll never get the chance again to hear   The sweetness of your voice   When you softly rejoice   Whispering quietly to me in my ear   Or,   As when all the world stubles rushes in   You slip your step shin kissing your split chin   By the over-turned chair,   Study the lightbulb hanging there   And reel back gasping grasping for your wind.      "Put it on me, I'll carry you and me, you will see."