Morrow Shall Be Another Day

Oh dear lady, come soon to stroll on the rolling hills

The sky is azure blue, at the horizon with green frills

Thy shall smile at the vision of thee romantic nature, thy beautiful face does not mess.

Why what's the matter why you have such a February face, so full of frost of storm and cloudiness.

Did Mr. Harding you read, with all that pragmatic practical verse? 

Do not create woes in your young heart yet to see mist in thy doe eyes give me a lurch.

Wear thy satin slippers my queen and I shall accompany you as your knight in waiting

Shine thy pale cheeks with a blush beautiful, smile those pomegranate lips bequeathing

Come'th embrace the spring air, breathe in the fragrance and remove the gloom looming

After all, one day the worries of this world will catch up but let's keep them at the threshold today

Let me experience thy innocent laughter and spend time in blithe, gay.

You are thy mistress, expend thy time your way, morrow shall be another day