Within this noonday sultry light
The comely springs in constant joy alarms
When streams and birds and fields unite
To cheer the day with loving charms.
Beside the creeks of fragrant flowers
Drooping on the mumuring winds of May
Gossamers winged in the sober hours
When larks had sang their last prayer.
There below the weeping tree
A thousand ants their troops deployed
To swiftly sieze that golden bee
When her tender wings destroyed.
So sad the day,yet so glad the light
Hanging on lustrous grass that glide
The lulling winds that takes to flight
On lapping waves expanding wide.
It brought the distant pollen grains
The tulips,the maples,the oaks,the birch
And sweet clovers from the island plains
On verdant pastures,to lightly perch.
How rich the sirens of marriage bells
Drawing back on the distant shores
Where anchored a ship vacant dwells
To greet the ocean as it roars.
These holy notes still lingers deep
A sweet assault that grace me
And when the winds of night would creep
Its notes would drift me out to sea.
So clear the skies cloaked with night
That warmed up my eyes with beam
But swifly ends my fair delight
For this moment was just a dream.