TO MY MUSES

by Luis G. Dato

I muse sometimes of flowers once perfuming
The halcyon of my yesteryears,
And then again, an aureate form assuming,
Their memory brings a memory of tears.

Here once beneath cool, green acacia branches
How gilded golden in the glowing dawn,
Here when young Zephyr lulled my first romances,
Were murmured music sweeter than its own.

Beloved! Like a hale of fresh morning,
From Heaven bringing fragrances for you,
Come roses of remembrances adorning
Our love’s first tryst, and our love’s first adieu!

And then, when with oncoming seasons fretful,
The days forgot what I within would not,
When in the quiet of the heart regretful,
The wings of fancy with desire were fraught,

Then time it was when to the fragile, slender
Reincarnation of a poet’s sighs,
I whispered tokens of endearment tender,
Which made of earth another Paradise!

O fancies in remembrance unrelenting,
Arising aureate the flying years,
I think anew of all your flowers scenting
The faded pathways of my life of tears.

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