Literature
Amidst the Shade...
Beneath the balmy bliss of shading bowers,
by the broken light, I pass the hours;
as dappled shimmer the sun’s sundered rays,
whose girted glimmer dances strangely astray;
to unfooted lands so darkly shrouded,
where crawls the crease of the canopy crowded,
with gilded portals to the hidden hue,
which when I watch, I think of you.
For wonder ‘tis thine aerie of wing’ed way,
as wander thou the aether of dimming day;
if wouldst but your wing gift me a quill,
or would but your kiss favor me still,
written with reverence would I voice my vows,
as smitten here swoon these burdened boughs.