…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 shapes and hues for you

But I cannot find my way home

I shall live here in love with the roses

And explore them daily without you

And you shall live there with your Love

Without the roses, my bonnie Liza!