Yack alleys

to catch the morning sun

upon your western incline.

But now that I have decked you

made you what I want you to be,

I am pleased to call you my own,

come, let’s throw open the gates

for all passing by to see.

You are the sister I never cared for,

plain, you were

no-one would court you.

I set out to make you pretty

alluring and attractive

to the more uncasual view

I clothed you with wild flowers,

poppies, jillies and foxglove

adorned you with trestles,

sweet pea, clematis, thrown upon

honeysuckle all hung from above.”

Oh! charcoal garden, my belovéd sister

though the late afternoon sun

has cast upon her a shadow,

in a little while the enfragranced dew

will have come and will have kissed her.