Will lose the life to sing.
How long the lane, how soon ’tis past,
Rough road, dark sky above,
And yet, dear heart, there’s home at last,
With light, and life, and love!
THRO’ THE PLEACHED ALLEYS
Thro’ the pleached alley in my garden of the Spring
Merry leaves tossed over me with elfish whispering.
I was not alone, alone, for Love with blowing hair