Let It By

So shallow lies which on these quiet ears this year have fallen
Such sweet shallow lies

And those poor vows of meagre build that lay so sourly broken
Oh poor broken promises

As time has filled my days with tales and ventures fresh and new
Some clouds of poison people
Push wispily through my view

Knotted up about themselves in a kind of happy vice
Bleeding crimson harshly from their minds upon my life.