I've waited patiently for you,
So lost among a crowd of green,
A summer tree you haven't seen,
Whose arms have held me safely, too.
In quietude, I've stayed for this—
Your airy touch to make me blush.
My skin reacts, and colors rush,
And I'm immersed in vivid bliss.
How wonderful this time will be;
I'll feel the coolness of your sigh.
It makes me want to leap and fly
Before you've gone away from me.
But I will wait for your goodbye
And mounds of frigid pearly down;
I'll leap and land on winter's gown,
My waiting grave, to grieve and die.