Old, old, old.
Love Poem
At night the moonbeams cast our hearts;
Through shadows, woodlings see
Two lovers from a starlight hide,
Whose souls fade in the sheen.
The unsurpassed joys drop in time
Like cones from evergreen;
Collecting those which fall to root,
We pluck love's plenty clean.
But love your absence never takes --
The echoes coyly tease;
In circling -- gone like autumn birds --
Your ghost is left with me.
If honeysuckle saved the rose,
Then ivy swathed the tree.
A robin's remnants soothe the soil,
I'll keep this love with me....
VLambert