lyric

come again

fair made

the sun in your brow

sets the dew on the glade

emotion, and may

it comes again, love

some other age

that foul strain

that sweetens the grain

i take the door to taverns

i do get dizzy with the shadow

that she (my gal!!!)puts on the morrow

and sinks the furrow

in better thought

then to give two

cents:to sorrow

the poet

that has died

i heard his passing

saw the shades of death advancing

and took the fleece of the sheep

as the struggle of time still prancing

along, alas as if still happy

took him to the borough

where he still does lie

and lies forever

when the dogs are yapping

i think of his voice

and hope its song is complete

with pain

s'much the same

as his fair maid

who gives midnight shades the whack

and hurries them up to make it snappy