Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
When time is old I fold my dreams
Within the earth and let them lie
Knowing that nothing’s what it seems...
My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower- bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight...