I woke early,
and wept on a dream.
Of other springs
that occupied everything.
At last the dawn came.
With a sun, veiled
in grey mist.
But cool, as your
sweet lips
A living man
I woke early,
and wept on a dream.
Of other springs
that occupied everything.
At last the dawn came.
With a sun, veiled
in grey mist.
But cool, as your
sweet lips
A Wandering Poet 