Sundry Thoughts of You
It is coming home to me now
Bird across the evening sky
Up and down the wings do plow
Turn events like soil to the eye
It wasn't so I dream you to be
White jasmines pictures my bride
And nightingale melody
Soft breaking at her fragrant side
And around the house a garden
Where we laugh, converse or play
I the beast and you maiden
The sweet atmosphere of kind day
What ugly dissenter fooled you
To blame in falsehood the thing
Though a plot, you never knew
While before your time it would spring
I did not plant it there, my friend
A mirage tree they designed
And now broken none can mend
The hot tongue has seared the mind
So one more time you fly again
I keep the empty nest till dawn
Love's intent is only pain
A cross-haired stag mourns a live fawn
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