My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
Let the waving world of leaves
Chatter away at the ends of trees
Let moons turn gold, let come what please...
You are here
The walls lose the sun, the last shard
Of light caught beneath the eaves...
