Come
Come with me now to far Knoxwood, or Canterbury
Wild place, and find again the quiet grove and tree
The bees in the lilac buzzing their antidote for misery
And fancy brimmed like a honeycomb with its glee.
Come there and wait for Maxine to come like a star
Bringing joy, light, and beauty's eternal solace free
When amidst the falling leaves I dream of time's car
Bringing her back to me. I will only walk by the sea
If I must leave my tree, and stand upon the scraggy cliff
To see clouds become the art of heaven, and hear seas
Moan like their heart is broken too for Maxine. I drift
Oft in dreams where once she frolicked in the breeze.
Come again and walk with me where the rain is soft
Upon the grass, and taste delicious my favorite delight
When in childhood and innocence I fled their oft
To rid me of my fears and drink the wine of forest sight.
The hills are house now, the bees are silent too
The city has torn us apart, but Maxine I wait for you
You hair full of the fever grass, your love once true
And the sky a gallery of art, but cannot paint you.
And the sea moans and moans with a broken heart
And the winds search hills and valleys for you
And I must away, away to my bending tree depart
And wait, and wait while the wood doves call for you
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