THE SUN SPREAD ITS BALMY SUBSISTENCE
The sun spread its balmy subsistence;
The earth lay in
The breeze softly murmured its presence;
We walked where the blue lupines grow.
The day was inviting and warm;
The sky, stretched out broadly above,
Little spoke of the hastening storm;
Thou whispered of laughter and love.
A wisp on the gloomy horizon,
Late, warned of the fierce squall to come;
Oh! would I had heeded its lesson
As we hurried on carelessly home.
Leave me, thou spirit of inconstancy!
Thy pledges of “Forever” all were vain,
Thy false heart presaged by Summer’s petulancy;
Only be not thou like sudden squalls of rain:
Come not again.