The million poetic adventures seen

Of the tuft of green amid the dainty teens

The feathers sweet but silent

Lovely meadows, amidst the brook side tide

The tender kiss of that anonymous bride

When the billowy moon catches the feather tide

Lonesome kiss of the deserted lonely bride

Her tender lips, the genteel kiss

Moonlit sonata sings a tranquil bliss

The tide has strolled amid magic wonder

To caress the spring of the midnight yonder

The sweetest of dreams all in harmony

Singing the cadence of realised melancholy

Brighten her lips, her regal touch

She is the daylight of midnight yearns.

The spring of the forlorn light

The smooch of midnight delight.