Bless you! you are not eventide
But killing dart to wedded bride.
Hail sad eventide dim and grim
Has your mate like mine, cruel whim.
Wet eve came pale and trembling then
Now it makes bold with growing pain.
Lover away, comes eventide
Like slayer to field of homicide.
What good have I done to morning
And what evil to this evening?
Evening pangs I have not known
When my lord never left me alone.
Budding at dawn burgeoning all day
This disease blooms in evening gay.
A deadly arm, this shepherd's flute.
Hails flaming eve and slays my heart.
Deluding eve if it prolongs
The whole town will suffer love-pangs.
Thinking of him whose quest is wealth
My life outlives the twilight stealth.
EVENTIDE SIGH
