Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
Your pedal glories in the bed
Beside me every night
Your gorgeous feet – and strike me dead...
