Down that long and lovely
lonely canyon
That lies alongside time
Where peaceful, kissful arroyos
Attend and stretch and mime
The desire of wonder’s yearnings
It’s there I’ll surely find
What meaning is and sense is
And warmth I may decline.
If it suits me I will wear it
And never pay no mind
To other noise and fretting
Which assails your heart and mine
And in some lonesome valley
With humming bee and swine
There I will disport myself
With honeyed milk and wine
And this that’s now about me
Will lie aghast, behind,
Unreal,Unseen, Supine.
beatriceanddante 