Oh listless maiden in my garden
Wandering aimless on the path,
Cupid himself might ask your pardon
As you trespass on the grass;
For his arrow has brought you woe,
How misspent was his shaft,
Now you wander oh so slow
Caught betwixt both grief and wrath;
I am the lark perched on a limb
With song that heralds the coming dawn,
Who begs you not to think of him,
New loves are waiting on the lawn;
For beauty and goodness meld in thee,
And who can resist such company.
David McLansky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-listless-maiden-in-my-garden/
