LAY away the story, -- Though the theme is sweet, There's a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete: -- There's a nameless yearning -- Strangely undefined -- For a story sweeter still Than the written kind. Therefore read no longer -- I've no heart to hear But just something you make up, O my mother dear. -- With your arms around me, Hold me, folded-eyed, -- Only let your voice go on -- I'll be satisfied. |