The Poet of Garilye

Again, I wrote this last year.


Sweet Lindy May of sweet Garilye
Was fearful to cross her own door
And wore her hair straight like a curtain of sea
So that she'd be looked on no more.

But Arish was also in Garilye
And loved every street of the town;
Each morning his eyes jumped so jovially
That not even Lindy could frown.

He ran to the sunrise each Garilye day
And ran to the moonrise each night;
And he ran past the doorstep of Lindy May
And gave no regard to her plight.

Poor Lindy May of poor Garilye
Shied to the window each night
And waited and wondered all Garilye day
In hopes that he might end her plight.

"Arish!" she whispered one morning one May
"Will you stop and talk to me tonight?"
"I alas cannot stop all the Garilye day
And have not one spare moment to-night."

Poor Lindy May of sweet Garilye
Drowned her eyes and turned out the light;
"Alas my sweet Arish poor I will not see
Nor by day nor by Garilye night."

Then--"Mother," said Lindy, "please help me to-day--
Smooth my face and green my eyes
And teach me the elders of Garilye's way
That I might turn ever the tides of my life."

"And should I have Arish for just one day,
Should I hold him for just one night,
I'd keep him faithful the rest of his days
And the rest of his Garilye life."

So she crossed her own door in Garilye
And stepped into the light
And there she waited 'till it faded and he
Came dancing through the night.

"Sweet Lindy May, I cannot stay!
I must persue the night--"
But with smooth her face and green her eyes
And the lovelies that came with their yellowy light--

"Will you not stay all through the day
And through the poor Garilye night
And wash the sea away from me
And cloak me in your light?"

"Sweet Lindy May, I must not stay,
Lest the day devour the night!"
But pretty her eyes and green Garilye way
Begged for his yellowy light.

And quickly he did part the sea,
Smooth his face swimming green in here eyes,
And down the moon fell on Garilye
But the sun, he did not rise.