the dog barks at the crows in the field behind the house
was it all merely much ado about nothing
that summer spent weeping and sunburnt and wondering
naturally the bits of broken wit were exaggerated
i shall not requite thee nor allow myself requited to be
for i killed all of the words of my own eating
whether false dice were masked is no matter now
consign ye so to let me go blithe and bonny
and so shall i do for you to love as a brother
laugh when you are merry, but sigh not so, nor so
This was so beautifully written!! TY