My mind ambled in strange arbors <br />How faintly my heart throbs <br /> <br />Here she comes across the trellised walk <br />Afraid my beloved Circe will glare <br /> <br />Beneath the bowers there’s no place to hide <br />The yellow bells warn with trumpets mute <br /> <br />Must I face without looking her in the eye <br />For discomfited poise and limpid eyes betray <br /> <br />I have erred but not too much I think <br />Turn away, be brave some other day<br /><br />Eddie Roa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saturday-morning-12/
