When will thou come*

When will Thou come*

When wilt thou come
From your works, at another town,
Me will get thy smell,
In the breeze,
And thinking of you,
I will go to the door,
There, with the sun upon my head,
I will wait, for you,
Love, whence, from your works,
At another town,
Will you send me a letter,
Telling me, you have started for
Home, sweet home,
I will go to the Garden,
And at the door,
As if there, forever,
I will for Thou, will wait.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Michelle Murray, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni, Alex Artista, 'Happy Sunday')


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