Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Heaven’s an autumnal room
When Allie is at home
The window-ivy shedding gloom...
What can you say about our Cass?
She’s thirty-seven today, God bless...