To Liza
I am still on the field
In search of pink roses for you.
I find you a beautiful rose but then
The shades of night have fallen,
Nyx has spread her garment upon us
The night is cold and drearily lonely
You have not come seeking for me
I tried to find my way home
But I cannot find my way to you.
I have been roaming, roaming the wilds.
When at last Aurora appears
I have lost my way, my way home
In the labyrinthine terrain
Of the deep forest growths.
I discovered a plane of roses
Roses of all forms and hues, for you
But I cannot find my way home
I shall live here in love with the roses
And explore them, without you
And you shall live there with your Love
Without the roses, my bonnie Liza!
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