I Appeal Your garden is sulking and silent buds of daisies drooped nascent the moon too lingered gloomy

grey before clouds cleared him away Likes not a winter night to be in seizures of dewless greenery prepared all day the jasmine bay but they don't scent like yesterday I appeal to you all be merrier please you moon you flowers and you breeze from wherever have you gone astray make her dreams a dreamier way So her morning smiles will narrate her hardships are compensated great come you all and let all colors spray and have her bluenesses driven away.