Archive for August, 2009
Nightingale
O’ Nightingale, how sad thy song That thou pourest from thy heart! What sort of thing so direfully wrong Has taken thee apart? Thy sorrowed song makes evening weep! Thy haunted tune turns moon to gray! What kind of pain profoundly deep, Has wrought your shadow with dismay? Alas! To thee- O’ mourning ghost! A [...]
The Cottonwood Tree
Through my bedroom window- A cool refreshing breeze, Would come along with moon glow- Through the Cottonwood leaves; The gentle flutters of her leaf, Lulled my heart to sleep… And in a moments’ brief- My soul was hers to keep! Then when daylight came, An Oriole would claim the tree; And me, just the same [...]