Have Time
Have Time Lounging beneath a mulberry tree, On a lovely day , and my fancy free, Watch ing on a twig, a birdie sweet, In blossom there ; our glance s meet. And disunited from this world vile, Carefree and reclining up on a stile, The crimson Sun, there to I glance d , On a foamy ocean, colours dance d . Steal ing over mountains, ‘twill fade, Shad es crept long, and never stayed , The silvery moon yon , full in the sky, The galaxies ’ swirl, charm ed my eye. I hear d warbles , enchanting very high, Astir with vocals , and the birds in sky, I b eheld the allure of nature, and bare , A m elody dec oye d, ah deciphered fair ! I w atch ed a nest, there a bird to verge...