I once spoke freely with a joyous ease A rippling sound which resembled wind And the breeze in which entanglements kept These trees her hair leaves even now I see
As nature speaks softly of many things And calling turns echoes to the hills unseen Your glance alone in anticipation of what Still held me motionless as evergreen glades
Your phosphorus glowing eyes of stars With limpid pools of wonderous means No more than nothing or something or of Yes moreso my mind with you how it pleads
For one more just conversation with me Beneath moon and sky and days without eternity By the grasp of mother natures ask into air I speak Begging these eyes for another moment to see