Lotty

Another year has come and past,
Another year, now home at last,
My drouth's for you my pretty one.
364 days alone
But this be the one where I tread dale and sand
To come to you in you're own little land.
Mountains and valleys come not to my eye,
Nor the pain of my footsteps cause me to cry.
I cry for you, not Nature's silhouette
A lovely young lassie I'll never forget.
I the pilgrim shall plod on under your smile
Neither seeing nor hearing all the while
'Til poppies and cowslips I lay by your grave
In memory of the life you so suddenly gave.

Inspired Victor Hugo's 'Demain, dès l'aube'