Keep It Romantic

Where peonies tuft and the garden is stuffed
With the soft scent of lavender under the moon,
And the shadows it throws do not stifle the rose
And a fountain of blossom has time to festoon
The immaculate fountain, cupola, and mount
Where the hawthorn and rosemary mingle like thieves,
Oh here may we wait by the white wicket gate
For a thunderous autumn of treacherous leaves.


Our country love is free, despite
Where shepherds watch the phlox by night.

From Rime Present