It is the shower, yet again
Cooler as the wintry night
We walked that sodden path
Entwined dearly, full of promises
Still the salubrious your breath visits,
As I lay on the cot in half a gay.
There were stars then; now none;
The hidden moon now gone
Sailing behind the pale horizon
Whence I watch from my casement;
There your hazy image defies again!
It is the breeze, yet again
Discreet as the night we sat
Beneath the artemesia canopy
Weaving dreams of lasting matrimony
On the loom of deepest love
Tonight! Heaven is cast grey
Presage a deadly spray, my love
As I close my bleary eyes
There you are upon the firmament
Alas you recede into fathomless night; yet again.
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