Autumn's Writhing

So spake it benighted and call it sad For thy dulcet dreams man never had With dreams ephemeral and longings eternal What pain doth bring if spring's art vernal? Longing for the river in love's wishing rove Dancing light shimmers abreast a kissing clove Happiness shan't part nor need feign Prithee thy heart heft; bereft of pain For the kisses in dew and her heart is thine The blossoms are beau when our lips entwine