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.
I look at you asleep in the dim
Dining room’s post meridian gloom
And think, how fortunate is this room...
I leave you – back there – a dozen miles away
A journey of great length –
Hours till we meet...