The nights of tomorrow are approaching,the curtains of youthhood on this stage where i act life's unrehearsed drama,are closing. yet my heart lieth vacant. None to love,none to call my DEAREST DEAR! So all the day long i cry "Who will buy my love"?In my eden i dwell alone ravaged by this monster of lonely distress,i cry "Who will buy my love? I fortified me with kingly attires and covered me with frankinscence and ointment from the alabaster box. But the species of eve beheld my splendor,then they took away the light of my substance and went their way. But the splendour within did surpass the one without,but they cared not for their heart was set on nothing but the gold without,and for their works they left me crying "Who will buy my love"? As a garden outspreading the shoulders of a valley, filled with daffodils mixed with pink and white roses, my heart holds beauty. Here the stream is blue abounding with shadows of lushful trees and my mountain in whose womb lieth the cave of my dwelling. The wind here is gentle flowing through all things with tender caressess, carrying in its wings songs of blue tailed robins playing on its palms and my resounding speech "who will buy my love"........