The quietly staring midnight moon
From behind the turquoise drapes
Sends the sneaking silver ray
Reminding me of the last May
From the hamlet across the bridge
You drew a perfect narrow ridge
To see the waning moon
Lying with the stars
Whilst sitting on the grass
Oh so beautiful the bridge it was
With the locks chained till far
The padlocks on both the sides
Made it a scene so blithe
The bridge couldn't carry the fetters
It burnt to burn the shackles
The padlocks jibbed wildly
With the fire engulfing wholly
The intense light from the burning bridge
Lit up the hamlet across the bridge
With the shimmering narrow ridge
The locks shrieked a clinking pitch
It's the best light cried the hamlet
Only to find the bridge burnt half
The padlocks clinkered half
The light rendered from the half
Half it burnt to burn again
For the best light?
Or half it burnt to level again
To mount the best light?
Gracias!
From behind the turquoise drapes
Sends the sneaking silver ray
Reminding me of the last May
From the hamlet across the bridge
You drew a perfect narrow ridge
To see the waning moon
Lying with the stars
Whilst sitting on the grass
Oh so beautiful the bridge it was
With the locks chained till far
The padlocks on both the sides
Made it a scene so blithe
The bridge couldn't carry the fetters
It burnt to burn the shackles
The padlocks jibbed wildly
With the fire engulfing wholly
The intense light from the burning bridge
Lit up the hamlet across the bridge
With the shimmering narrow ridge
The locks shrieked a clinking pitch
It's the best light cried the hamlet
Only to find the bridge burnt half
The padlocks clinkered half
The light rendered from the half
Half it burnt to burn again
For the best light?
Or half it burnt to level again
To mount the best light?
Gracias!