Two doves thrust out their small heads timidly
From the low branches of a neighboring tree,
Looking askance, and peering through the green,
Like foolish lovers fearing to be seen,
Then, reassured, resumed their blissful play.
I smiled to see them, thinking of a day,
Just such another day as this, last year,
When with a damsel I had wandered here,
Amid these very vistas, and I thought
Of a deep vine-clad arbor we had sought.