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A light breeze sighs through the oak wood

Stirring gently, the ripe ears of corn,

Which frame our blanket, now bob and bow.



To the west, blushing warmly, the full moon,

Seems to stoop slowly and gently kiss the earth.



Near, a blackbird, hesitant, uncertain of his melody,

The first herald of the dawn.

Then distantly, rising, overwhelming,

We accompany the wild crescendo of passerine joy.



The dawn, jaded by his long pursuit of night,

Gives no reply.

But routs the shadows and fills the world anew

With wondrous colours, bright, of every hue.



This barbed beauty can take my breath away,

But I wish it would linger, this warm summer’s night.

If only for an hour, to fend off the day.

For my love, like the darkness, is now put to flight,

In panic, "Oh Christ, just look at the time!

My tights are ruined and where is my shoe? “

„Something bit my bum, no, besides you! “



The panic soon over, we part at the gate,

And slink, each alone and a little too late,

Through the sleeping small town,

With the twitching curtains

And acid edged tongues.

Respectable, until sundown!