1: Oh I have left this Midtown, the lotus,
No more leaps into the gray Lake,
And no Gullah' sings on sweet dahlia,
In this wrath, the wishful wind too escape,
Along me far-away, to a little hillock,
Tree sparrows've held a feast, in the Field's
And harvest is fully done; but they still work---
2: I' met a Lady in the dale;
her face reveals
She was not a pink rose; but still worth,
O, I saw April's relish; in her Eyes,
Her Maika, was a mile away, on Native hills,
She comes and goes there daily with a mirth,
Upon her dear Jenny; in the Spring's
I' found an amazing ease, over footbridges,
3: Speaking with Her, in the spring month--
She was beeming on Me; while walking on ridges,
And then start, a sweet moan; in front of
Resort- cabin, and before three Princes,
Of torrents who come to sojourn there,
I' pass over her, a freshest flower that touched---
4: Her gentle hand, and She found Me, like a Prince!
Of love sweet; and told, a lore of her Parents,
With sadful tears; that she wed Junior-
To a vile Man; strives her splitsvilla,
After melancholic tale, She had a humour,
And with a light smile; Said: -'May! you be my Suitor '
5: And qouted a verse, of Goethe! --I'm Alvina!
Remind me, Gypsy! 'You are My summer'
Latter, she left away; to the thickets inside a-
Glamour, after giving Me, two kisses!
And raised her hand up, and gave Me a surprise!
'Not forget, Me please'
' the two princes---
6: Saw us and send out, their hugs from blue ridges,
Few ripples, have brought our Spirits,
Together, and few piagons of two regions,
Have testified, words, vows, tears, of two alien lovers,
And in pleasent weather, however zephyr.
Stood along us, in her odyssey, and rejoin--
7: Me singing a verse, by shore of rivers---
Wherever we pass, the scenes grew sweeter,
And my life's hussels, found a cohesion,
Between joy and grief; by tunes of twin rivers,
Running slowly, by field's of heather,
The memory of that Lady; of remote region---
8: Was clean, in my musings; as like that kingfishers,
Coming nearer; to the licking river,
After zephyr-vanish, by some reason,
Then I conclude, well-chewing some specific herbs,
The april in her eyes, and that mystic river,
Stayed in my fancy; imagine the recent,
Session was, beyond sweet flattery,
So sweet, My heart is optimistic enough----