Muttering, stuttering—uttering phrases of mentionless adages, Saying a looping, abounding and whispering echo of passages Left to our kind, interrupting the flow of processions of truth, and thus Hiding the clearly anomalous nature of feelings beheld by us— "Mary! Mary! Stop and listen, may your hair all glisten! Stop and go not..." Running and shouting his mind was Eugene of one family Dupoynot "Mary—" Came then a sound, as he pleaded unheeded, such: "Go away, you— "Scoundrel, thief and heartly render, woe's apprentice lender—I so loathe you." Hurt, hitherto, was his heart in a way or another, but never such That an ascending crescendo of aching surrounded it quite so much "But alas! It pains me, still I have to say, I can not go away, so "Hold me; Hold me, dance now, with the notes the sea prepared for you and I—", "No..." Taken aback with the pain of a heart so dismayed, he denied it, then Purging therefrom what remained of his feelings, replacing them none know when Turning away—then again to her—spoke he, conveying his words, as to Break it—the hope she had: "Love beheld this scene, and what you forced me into."

Mumbling and stammering—saying phrases of forgotten sayings, Repeating a continuous, overflowing and quiet echo of words Passed down to us, disrupting the flow of truth's processions, and so Concealing the unusual nature of feelings we hold— "Mary! Mary! Stop and listen, may your hair shine! Stop and don't go..." Running and shouting was Eugene from the Dupoynot family "Mary—" Then a sound came, as he begged without being heard, saying: "Go away, you— "Rogue, thief and emotional tormentor, bringer of sorrow—I hate you." His heart was hurt before, but never like this That a rising wave of pain surrounded it so much "But alas! It hurts me, yet I must say, I cannot leave, so "Hold me; Hold me, dance now, with the music the sea made for us—", "No..." Shocked by the pain of a heart so upset, he refused it, then Removing what was left of his feelings, replacing them no one knows when Turning away—then back to her—he spoke, sharing his words, as to Destroy it—the hope she had: "Love saw this scene, and what you made me do."