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.
And where Rose goes, who knows?
Right now I know she sleeps
When I’m spark out, she’ll be about...
I don’t want to disturb you but
Nor do I wish to lie
And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...