To Liza

I am still on the field In search of pink roses for you. I find you a beautiful rose but then The shades of night have fallen, Nyx has spread her garment upon us The night is cold and drearily lonely You have not come seeking for me I tried to find my way home But I cannot find my way to you. I have been roaming, roaming the wilds. When at last Aurora appears I have lost my way, my way home In the labyrinthine terrain Of the deep forest growths. I discovered a plane of roses Roses of all forms and hues, for you But I cannot find my way home I shall live here in love with the roses And explore them, without you And you shall live there with your Love Without the roses, my bonnie Liza!