Can we sit here until the sun pops up?
Brought in thy moonlight on my brow;
Half turned young and low,
Happy and lovely in her golden flower,—
Lays us the loved rebel nose,
Sat in the gray sitting on my side;
Sheds the last sunlight on her jewelled brow,
Sat down before her stand,
Falls a soft radiance on her dewy breeze,
Steal from the past and portrait time,
Virtue quite true as she could trot;
Give a new wreath and sober seat,
Sat wooded in idle shade,
Lays a rude hand before thee shady birds,
Sat down her round the left to board,
Her broad banner closed thy morning child;
No voice may whisper your trembling will smother.
Vexing the treble of a verse of birds,
Year by year we count our winter,
I had walked in the wine,
Leaps a soft gathering behind her rein,
Steal my own name against her hair
About the Creator
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