Vacation

When all about me so much beauty lies Why do I see in every star, your eyes?

When tall pines add their strength to mountain charms Why do I keep remembering your arms?

The Summer moon has drenched the land with bliss Why do I then awaken to your kiss—

To find but trees and sky?—of you, no sign; A lone bird's cry was all that answered mine!

The friends were kind—the place is very gay I heard it called a paradise today—

But I have quite another thought of heaven, My train arrives on Thursday, dear, at seven!