My playful little lordling mine
Gambolling on hay
Pouting shouting scouting kine
Dallying all the way
I lose the thread he flies
I catch him on the skies
From age to age
In sinner and sage
Through shepherd boys’ eyes
The cunning one so full of fun
Merry wistful on the run
From his lovers’ eyes
Lilting tilting jilting one
In thousands of disguise
How he steals the hearts
With ankle bells and yellow shells
With lotus eyes where mischief dwells
Of poor little damsels running wild
Bewitched by the tartar’s arts
To top it all he plays a flute
Like none played it before
Conjuring heavens lush with love
With promise of more in store
Half turning he looks askance
Kills by a casual glance
And full of mirth runs on through hearts
Dancing a merry dance
I caught him when he turned
And saw in love he burned
Categories:
lordling, visionary
Form: Rhyme