Under a bough by the edge of a glen <br />a blanket of leaves were spread, <br />His chest became her pillow, <br />The earth became their bed; <br />They laid in twinkling shadow, <br />Their eyes bathed with leaves and sky, <br />'What e'er shall you do, my Darling, ' <br />she said, <br />'when next year at this time I've died? ' <br /> <br />'I'll pluck from the earth a red rose, <br />My face will be turned in a frown, <br />I'll whisper your name o'er and o'er, <br />And stormingly tears will flow down.'<br /><br />Rob Hoey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-in-autumn/
