Dear Downfaller, I don't really know what to say to you
As I try to go up you try hard to bring me down
You do your best to bring me down for sure
For me to feel that , that's the end. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!