Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Love In A Cottage
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
'Mid brown old wattles seen.
With eyes as fountain clear,
And braided hair, and simple dress,
My homeward step to hear.
And talk o'er early vows,
While stars look down like angels' eyes
Amid the leafy boughs.
And bright-winged parrots call,
In forest paths be ours to rove
Till purple evenings fall.
To read some page divine,
On winter nights, the hearth beside,
Her soft, warm hand in mine.
Like some small brook alone,
That winds its way 'mid grassy knolls,
Its music all its own.