White rose perfume go with thee    on thy way unto the thy shaded tomb    low music doth fall lightly as   autumn leaves about they solemn pall.    Faint incense rises.    O'you, you fell away from me my love,   like all earthly things vanish into death's cold mysteries.    Serpents marked with azure rings cathedrals   where rich shadows fall,    things strange curious solemn saviour.    You promised me laughter in autumn days,    now I can't awake from this lucid haze,    I can't awake to laugh with you, I'm so weary.    Claws upon my flesh and statues    of lost souls dominate this house.    Angels have no pity,    their wings have turned to stone.    Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimensions    of heaven and lie enchanted   forever in the lucid garden of dreams.    In all animate sources and creation of belief    we travel seas of illusions that begin at our dreams.    Ethereal architects masters of all fate.