The Girl And The Boy Poem by James McLain

The girl hides from all the loud noise.
Functions of finery and none for the people,
whom themselves have become tired.

The list of our thoughts as sand blows
off and war
and you are ashamed,
i have hastened
each grain, why none thought as their own.

She of that smell her beauty and like the song
which the new wind is blown, met to me, 'Girl.

Be and beauty and high, 'maker of grace her head
Boy of youth whence from then,
she comes
and he for her love grasped,
cotton her gown, 'white and clean.

Because thy secret, the lip
and the daring
of youth and her revelation.

Unwearied eyes fail to do, 'No,
Graves, 'open dull eyes
O' God, now it cries,
to do with by she,
and must be wise in this trust by this boy.