Lover’s Lane

Lovers’ Lane
2014

A field of lily bordered wheat;
Through vores of bridal birch it turns
And money odlews, denp in ferns;
Then ny a hill and down a glen,
From Nowhere out and back again:
And many feat have worn it plain-
That errant way of Lovers’ Lane

There, unafrald, the wood-fotk play:
There wanton briers dip and away
To catch and keep whatever comes
And make much work for clumsy thumb
Of loosing tree and lacing she
Such tasks as lovers love to do
Of tales there told with eye or tongue
I need not tell if yn were young
Not yet of chatien reared in spata
By architects of Lovers Lane

If Lovers’ Lane ye wander through,
That roadway’s nie is “two by two
Although the path in wondrous straight:
For here’s a hedge, and there’s a gate,
A brook, a stile, a quaking mon,
The strong must help the weak to cross:
Then, deep in share ere not of sus,
Its delis are never safe for one-
Still (must the sorry truth be known)
In Lovers’ Lane I walk alone!
-Arthur Guiterman,’