Was it not yesterday when we fell in love? Was it not that night in summer just me and you? Oh dear, have I reclaim'd my lost lover-bug? Another poem for my dear sweet you: Miss Lover Lady, where travels you now? And what woman or man have you embold'? And brown hair, so beautifully brown, A brown that seeps into parts of my soul: Ah, everything! Everything that is there In the world will match not up with your eyes: And Lady, when great universes stare They too would get lost where the green flares lie. But gone Lady is, by morrows of time; And falls lover's truth withal lover's rhyme.