Thoughts Of The Sunlight

Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer,      And parched the grass.      Breezes, freh breezes at dawn's early shimmer,      Flit by repass.            Look at the willows against a clear heaven,      Cloudless and wide.      Better,

Far better not to be given      Thee for thy bride!            Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter.      Oh, darkness!

Gloom!      Once again . . .

Morning,      Tell me if winter is come.