With what westward fancy froze

Amongst the lengthy lines of prose

But what did perchance arose 

But a rose?

A rose so sweet with yonder yore

Fraught with flights of fancy & more

Behind it all with extensive lore

Could you have seen it some time before?

But a teardrop on the wall

Could have only seen it all

By the sea and on the tide

They sit and watch as stars cry

And as the rain pours ever onward

As a chill cascades over

As a gull laments in tangent

Even time could not have drove her...

Eyes that flutter ever on

And in that time that space allotted

I can only hope she has forgot it

Forgiveness never granted

By undertaker's breadth

Must've been allowed my eyes a time a-former

Before and after my own heart's death

So that only a teardrop on the wall

Could have only seen it all

Aye! Forgiveness, thy name is bane!

O! Repetition, thy foul crane!

The squawk of thee be love's thane!

And by mistress, or mistake

Or Apple, or snake

None other than thee is dubbed disdain!

Cry! The beloved

Die! If thee covet

There hath no fury like a woman repeated

Nor even yet of a man defeated

Yet none of this a blind eye sees

A whistle in the wind

The air between trees

The mistakes we make

They often repeat

Despite attempts

We often displease

And time blows slowly

In the winter

In the spring

In the fall

No witness to bear mans perpetual folly

But a lowly

Lonely

Old and repeated

Teardrop on the wall

Only it could EVER have seen it all