Half Dreams

In half dreams of love I sweep off my days ,
Mend my drifting mind to memories of her ways 


And spend my tender summer nights unslept 
Upon the morn then I mourn ;promises unkept 


Love; such a straight thing crooked by bound
Impedes my every hour the guilt of lost sound


Fireballs that eat sky-dots on windless nights,
Furrow the lands of heaven in worried plights 




But I still sit awake on hills of my dreamy scape
Where I echo her smiles on the mills of death