Oh Ye, All Ye That Walk in Willowwood
Two gazd into a pool, he gazd and she,
Not hand in hand, yet heart in heart, I think,
Pale and reluctant on the waters brink
AS on the brink of parting which must be.
Each eyed the others aspect, she and he,
Each felt one hungering heart leap up and sink,
Each tasted bitterness which both must drink,
There on the brink of lifes dividing sea.
Lilies upon the surface, deep below
Two wistful faces craving each for each,
Resolute and reluctant without speech:
A sudden ripple made the faces flow
One moment joind, to vanish out of reach:
So these hearts joind, and ah! were parted so.
