I held love in my arms one summer
till summer\'s heat began to fade.
Then like a bee-bright honey hummer
she flew away down tree-lined glade.
I missed her golden, gleaming tresses;
I missed her eyes of China Blue;
I missed her shape in skin-tight dresses;
I missed, for I did love her true.
I lost her loving for a lifetime,
but I could not forget her smile.
As ghost, she came to haunt my night-time,
with beauty that could still beguile.
I pined for her until the twilight
began to cast its aging spell.
I wept for her as tears and moonlight
upon my poet’s pages fell.
I saw, once more, the love I’d longed for
( when love had long been buried deep.)
Her daughter’s babe this gran did care for;
she did not smile; I did not weep.