Thoughts Of The Sunlight

 Thoughts of the sunlight fainter and dimmer,
 And parched the grass.
 Breezes, freh breezes at dawn's early shimmer,
 Flit by repass.
 
 Look at the willows against a clear heaven,
 Cloudless and wide.
 Better, Far better not to be given
 Thee for thy bride!
 
 Thoughts of the daylight dimmer and fainter.
 Oh, darkness! Gloom!
 Once again . . . Morning,
 Tell me if winter is come.