cowboy poetry

she burst fierce wine
look out upon the stars, my love
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
in may
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
the long resounding marble corridors
did you ever hear of
melancholy days have come
i love the old melodious lays
in and of itself
love has been sung a thousand ways