MY FAIR LOVE

My Fair Love

I refused to pursue some Helen Of Troy
Nor to take the hand of some convenient Beatrice,
Neither did I yearn at some foolish balcony
Waiting on the likes of Juliet- No.
For my true love waited beneath the moonlit cornice
In a bower below
The colonnades which surrounded her there
Where she sat upon a wooden chair,
Her black, parted mane
Gleaming in the sunlit rain.
All the garden knew in its mind
Was to cradle her feet
Among the flowers of red and white
Where the somnolent azures meet
In the streams which glide by her kind
Reveries which glimmered in the tender morning light.
For I found my fair love
In a cloister by the sea,
Where the skies sighed above
A rapturous, radiant melody.
For I listened to my romantic dreams,
And o, my muse, I was faithful to you!
Now the tender forest beams
Its glorious strains of sapphire and blue
Upon us as we walk
Beneath the shade of the wavering yew.