I found you misty dawn soft and gentle…

You did not complain that I had left you forty years ago
Among bushes and silk-cotton trees,
Among squirrels and owls,
And a Leghorn who laid its eggs
In a broken down radio set.

It was a misty dawn for our rendezvous, as I said,
And lo! Still flitting among the butterflies I found you!
You looked at me with innocent eyes
But the gong of the clock tower struck deep
And you had to hide again.