Oh Listless Maiden In My Garden Poem by David McLansky

Oh listless maiden in my garden
Wandering aimless on the path,
Cupid himself might ask your pardon
As you trespass on the grass;
For his arrow has brought you woe,
How misspent was his shaft,
Now you wander oh so slow
Caught betwixt both grief and wrath;
I am the lark perched on a limb
With song that heralds the coming dawn,
Who begs you not to think of him,
New loves are waiting on the lawn;
For beauty and goodness meld in thee,
And who can resist such company.