He, Who Observed That Good Lady

by Kiino

You, who observed that good lady
During sunsets of late summer's height
Roused at times where no one dared be.
At dusks, you acted secretly.

She, over the pure sterile earth,
Under red curtains of heaven
Gift'd you no less than brief mirth.
Young man, now's the prime of your birth!

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Where birds' song sing no blasphemy,
And cattles, chickens sleep cheery.
You, who observed that good lady
Walked neck to neck- then talked, she smiled.
Both talked happ'ly- each like, a child.