That I do love you darling so,
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
And lie at every eventide
By your side
And now the gold and mauve and pink
Of sunset fades and darkness falls
And evening crowds and then we think...
Scattered in the garden under a cold sky
Pockets of primrose, bunched up and brave;
Leafless in late March the tree...