In summer`s eve
where all is given and nothing kept back,
she that will come, will come.
In autumn`s loveliness
where nature doles out solace
to the restless soul,
i linger, i listen;
awaiting the sound of her footfall.
I will neither have to look in her eyes,
nor get a glimpse of her drape dripping by to know her,
for my heart will know her
when she comes.