It is coming home to me now Bird across the evening sky Up and down the wings do plow Turn events like soil to the eye It wasn't so I dream you to be White jasmines pictures my bride And nightingale melody Soft breaking at her fragrant side And around the house a garden Where we laugh, converse or play I the beast and you maiden The sweet atmosphere of kind day What ugly dissenter fooled you To blame in falsehood the thing Though a plot, you never knew While before your time it would spring I did not plant it there, my friend A mirage tree they designed And now broken none can mend The hot tongue has seared the mind So one more time you fly again I keep the empty nest till dawn Love's intent is only pain A cross-haired stag mourns a live fawn