# Romance

Author: james mikoto
Tags: Love, Mild Romance, Poems, Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Soulmates

#17 of love

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,  
With drowsy head and folded wing,  
Among the green leaves as they shake  
Far down within some shadowy lake,  
To me a painted bouquet  
Hath been- a most familiar bird-  
Taught me my alphabet to say-  
To wisp my very earliest word  
While in the wild wood I did lie,  
A child- with a most knowing eye.  
  
Of late, eternal Condor years  
So shake the very Heaven on high  
With tumult as they thunder by,  
I have no time for idle cares  
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.  
And when an hour with calmer wings  
Its down upon my spirit flings-  
That little time with lyre and rhyme  
To while away- forbidden things!  
My heart would feel to be a crime  
Unless it trembled with the strings. 

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/dePkAB71
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