night in gale

fair Procne lend me your ears
  the morning dew hath struck the
  glimm'ring noon -
                                      maple leaves
dance whispering undaunted verses
  of leisure and you,
                  beautiful avi - an enchanting
                  songstress - brings me peace over
                  my burdened eyes

the midday sun blushes grey as
  clouds pass by idly in
  a midday slumber

Procne, darling Procne your heavenly
  harmonies bring sweet tears to
  my heavy eyes
let not the world tear your tongue
  out for the recesses of pleasure
hold thy self darling and do
  not tremble at the thought of
despair -
                  for all is right with the world