When the morning blue sky begins in shine,
as though the world may all be benign...

To the rocking chair I slithered. In thought of...

....Hand in hand we walk by,
the flower shop between...

I thereby banish thee, wicked heart!
You know nothing of what you impart...

These tears that echo of my hearts despair,
And declares to grief--my love alone...

In the spell of a slumber deep,
visions of thee ferried me...