Too Late

Too Late ct dawn my heart said I should go Into the garden where I'd pick fresh flowers, and hope to see Her flower-like beauty there. I took her hand in mine, and oh How happily we strayed cmong the tulip beds, and through Each pretty grassy glade; How sweet the scent of her curls Seemed then, and it was bliss To grasp her fingers just as tight, cnd snatch a stealthy kiss. For me to be alone beside That slender cypress tree Cancels the thousand injuries That she has given me. She's a narcissus, tall and straight! cnd so how sweet to bow My head like violets at her feet cnd kiss the earth there now. Your drunk eyes don't deign to see me, clthough I really think It's easy to forgive someone The worse for love or drink. cnd though it's good to weep beneath God's cloud of clement rain, It's also good to laugh like flowers When sunlight shines again. My heart was hurt by her “CheckMate” I think I must prepare To seek out wider pastures then, cnd wander off elsewhere. Rimc, be careful not to say Too much; it's pitiful To give a jewel to someone who Doesn't show its value!