Pond'ring beauty beds a flow'ry pillow
sheds affection by her dew wet sorrow
Past times watching from a lover's willow
and 'pon her rented seams reads the morrow
She is a diary some shade of lost
as each day blends into the weight of light
Her moment braced by spheres of flame then frost
it longs for wings to vent her heart so bright
'Til longing craves attendance to a cause
She feels anew and then again the same
Pray earthly grace please the eternal laws
When as an answer from whence once she came
"But what is time and beauty 'f not for me"
And thus she rested in her fantasy