Well hello, she said to me,
And the thought that we could be
Did cross my mind but I could see
That it was just a dream.
But what if not!
Could it be?
That she could be
Standing here,
Next to me!
Yet how could I?
A poor of the poor
Be with this dear damsel?
Though I work
And often break my back
I get no slack
And never should I expect,
The very thought a reck,
That I might spend eternity
With this damsel of sovereignty!
Yet there she stood
As lovely as a misty wood
So full of life
So full of laughter
(And yet I was growing hotter)
And there was I a blessed *******
For it was her that I did see
And though life moved on
It was her I did lead on
To see the sights
And all the pleasantries.
As soon as I did bow to kiss
That damsel I loved best
The damming sun did warm my cheek
And I sat up staring
Almost quaking
For the thoughts I had were not in waking
But were in my sleeping!
Then did I almost weep
For I was in a deep, deep sleep
And the cursed sun did raise my head
From my dream and from my bed
And most of all away from the dove
That I did love.