Come, Let Us Wander Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

COME, LET US WANDER

Come, my lady, my only love,
The dawn is of the russet wine.
Shining from above
On the trellis clad with vine.
Come, let us wander,
Where the pleasant breezes rove
On the prairie over yonder,
Among the dappled clove.
Come, unfold your flower
In the soft, exquisite boon
Of the fair, arboreal bower;
As we await the approaching noon,
In the dew beneath the autumnal moon,
Come, let us wander,
Where the redolent breezes play
On the prairie over yonder,
By the undulating, azure bay.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ