fog and water, mist and sea what the next league brings a mystery bays and mountains lush and bleak what you find here you can keep indifferent love bitter as hate feeling woke too little too late sun and rain, wind and wild fire storm on the headland cool the ashes of desire a winter garden bears no fruit the only root that thrives is rue let me go i long to see green apples flowering on the tree let me go i long to see green apples falling from the tree