What's O'Clock/Attitude Under an Elm Tree
ATTITUDE UNDER AN ELM TREE
Seeing that you pass your life playing upon the virginals In an upper chamber with only a slit of a window in it, I wonder why I, Roaming the hills on a charger red as maple-leaves, Should find the thought of you attractive. You were veiled at the jousting, you remember, Which enables me to imagine you without let or hindrance from the rigidness of fact; A condition not unproductive of charm if viewed philosophically. Besides, your window gives upon a walled garden, Which I can by no means enter without dismounting from my maple-red charger, And this I will not do, Particularly as the garden belongs indubitably to your ancestors. But I thank you for the spray of myrtle I have wound about my sleeve. As it over-topped the wall, My plucking it was without malice.