Bicycle - The Autumns

Two

Sobs to burst the sky

Ills and white rain

Gold tresses taper

Coil and green eyes

Born of dew

Thy lovely face is ever lost

Born anew

Thy loving graces ever cross

Two

Delicate fingers caress

This pallid tapestry

Countenance gliding

In moonlit sighs

Born of dew

Thy lovely face is ever lost

Born anew

Thy loving graces ever cross

Born of dew

Thy loving face is ever

Gone

My true love