Bright, and clear and azure blue,


    Tearless eyes that have forgot


    Far-grown loves, or find it not,


    As sunlight melts the morning dew.


    Here in this cool afternoon,


    ensorcelled blue, and yet so brief


    The zephyrs brush away our grief


    This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.Mute beneath a spectral moon.


    In dreams then, the finch and lark,


    sing softly of the seasons flown


    of love that wanders yet alone,


    Until at last the days turns dark


    In silence, then, the heart then grieves


    these umbral days, this dead year''s dream,


    But hope endures in starlight gleam,


    While gentle winds caress the leaves.