LOUISE.
 ( A Poem of Day Dreams.)  

I walked with Louise, and We sang until Mornin'
Songs of the river, and songs of the night,
Over golden trod meadows, and Orchards of flowers.
In promise of colour of heavenly bow,
Where Moon is a-clipsing dew drops of grasses,

Reflecting the Faces She has a - spoken,
In myriad of Stars,
A billion and one,
Diamond white,
Velvet the night,
A pattern of day,
So We sang until Mornin',
Songs of the night,
And dreamed of sleep, 
And Orbits to come,
 To come.