Comment 1 of 1, added on October 24th, 2012 at 2:58 AM.
The Bird of Emily:
Were I your bird my Emily,
My wings your song will carry,
Our fetched mirth never tarry,
And the horse would trot freely.
The trees would bend for you and me,
And the fence would dance to the glee,
As throats squander the fantasy,
And universe revels in our verse.
Alas, my sister Emily,
Iím done in the humanity.
Altair Laahad (All Rights Reserved)