Epilogue: the Lovers
Languorous serendipity perchan'd,
Both held in love's trance.
They, wroth the lovers-
In strife,hope and joy hovers.
With her in his palms,
And him to her a psalm.
The psalm will in their palm lay,
And both will behind the curtain pray.
Tom flew around to apprehend a berry,
He shook it mercilessly in hurry.
Then the berry by crocodile tears whithers,
Till tom beseech NATURE and again it sprout for his course thither.
No longer in thoughts bed-ridden.
Their leaves are falling.
c.2017
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