Where went the scent of the bewitching dale's pleasance
The one glory that vivified the birds and summoned the sun
Where did the mantle of my eternal evanescence mourn
The one visage that enthralled my strands of living essence
Is it somewhere where flowers bloomed in her beauty
Somewhere where my mind processed thoughts about
Somewhere where my heart truly lies beside her entity
To that heavenly presence of an unknown charm sprout
All I knew was of her impeccable voice, euphonious ever mighty
Of her sedulous hair which obscured my understanding
Of her lustrous blue eyes that eclipsed the assiduous sky itself
Nevermore with the being statuesque, everything ever perfect......
