Alas

I called to speak some words last night
and found you still asleep,
although there might've been some fright,
such company you keep.

I walked the path to where you dream
but in your own grave way,
you might have urged me on to scream
the words I came to say.

But all around the fresh mown grass
calmed me, as if this June,
had laid her lightest cloak on a lass,
asleep, beneath the moon.