The Blue Lady.

'I will not go out - outside downpours the rain the thunder roars lion-like and lightning strikes' Hoar too then it is winter trembles the palace where I lodge '...Is there anybody but cobwebs and spiders? ' 'History - ah! History there be the intensity of pressure of the surrounding environment on it' Hear. The owls sing not though there be thick bough trees Thick roots. The nightingale the same. La-la-la-la-la here is there not madness that over joys? the cup is full to the rim - and mixed with musty cobwebs I will come this nigh ha! at the window The lightning enjoys seeing me at the windows of the Palace. Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.'