Of A Dark Eyed Lady Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Of a Dark-Eyed Lady

I ventured out in the dew at dawn,
To the florid countryside,
Walking on an emerald lawn,
Dreaming of a youthful bride.
There brooks of blue,
Lit by the sun,
Ran flowing through
Gardens and glades, one by one,
In the scented boon
Of amaranthine shades,
I discovered at noon: —
Forested promenades!
I came upon a marble square,
Where a princess roved, with sable hair!
(She was dressed in a lovely, ancient style.)
There were rhapsodies in her diamond eyes,
And moonbeams in her smile.
Then the rays of amber sunlight,
Ascended with a redolent breeze,
As our impassioned sighs
Reached their flowery height
In the canticles of the turquoise skies,
In the cello of our ecstasies.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ