To Dawn by I. Warble Seduce I. Warble Seduce is a poet of Romantic leanings. Dawn is his paramour. 1. It's evening. An aroma of roses arises in the garden. Sunlit rays of gold enfold the myrrh and frankincense, a carpet under you, the best of days. Night lies down slowly. I can still smell them— there dangling, each sweet honeysuckle gem, the roses wafting in th' air as we stepped, a song of love, while summer gladly slept. Dawn came, you know, between the hand and thorn. Your hair flowed on the wind through time's eclipse. Dew drops adorned your ears and your soft lips, so heavenly alive, oh, in that morn. It was an evening of lovely roses— the sun shown on—I 'll hold it forever. 2. I wanted once to get to you, and so I got into a plane upon th' runway. I thought that I could somehow get to you. I flew up to the clouds and through the day. I watched the fast propellers spin in sky. I saw the highway disappear below. I saw vast fields and forests passing by. I saw white waves upon the beach touch gold. But I could not reach you, though I was with you in that wonderful blue wind. Oh, my! Ahead I saw ten thousand other things, but I could not see you up there so high. So down I came from where I'd climbed; for where I'd been you were not—there—was only air.