Doosyanya

Another Saturday Morning With Leaden heart, the sun doth rise To burn apart these mortal ties And ease the sleep from young love's eyes     Alas, it must be so It might have been the robin's cry That seemed with grief to justify What two young souls could not deny     For Sepr'ate they must go And maybe in that parting gaze Were thoughts that seemed to last for days Until one word dispersed the haze    She whispered to him "go"