Morns like these - we parted - Noons like these - she rose - Fluttering first - then firmer To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it - It was not for me - She - was mute from transport - I - from agony - Till - the evening nearing One the curtains drew - Quick! A sharper rustling! And this linnet flew!
© Typotex – Russicon – Hesz