Wanton

That was a wonderful flower You planted in my breast With careless hand As if in jest To tear it out again Before it blossomed.

The seeds of love you scatter So wantonly Fell upon my open heart With the promise and the power To bring forth something worthy To care for and to cherish Through the years— Ruthlessly you left it By the wayside To perish Heedless of my grief and tears.

Entranced by the old illusion The lure of a lovely phantom Gliding through the waste of the world, Again am I left Forsaken and forlorn.

And now no earthly scenes Delight me, No strains of sweetest music Dispel my dumb despair; The fairest flowers Are but weeds that wither, Luscious fruits are bitter seeds That scatter in the breeze.

Vainly I peer through the darkness For a ray of light From afar, And listen for the faint sound Of footsteps From the land Where the fairies are.