trellis

Piazza Piece

 

—I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying

To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small

And listen to an old man not at all

They want the young men's whispering and sighing

But see the roses on your trellis dying

And hear the spectral singing of the moon;

For I must have my lovely lady soon

I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.

 

—I am a lady young in beauty waiting

Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss.

But what gray man among the vines is this

Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream?

Back from my trellis, Sir, before I scream!

I am a lady young in beauty waiting.

 

(john crowe ransom)

Done