The Lady from LlanPorlock
She spoke with a gentle Welsh tongue;
her words so musically spoken;
although what her words were, I don’t know –
my memory upon that point is broken.
But, there was no tedium, in her te dum, de dum;
at least not from the sentence I heard.
She was walking along Fore Street, Looe;
our paths for a moment crossing
as I noted her melodious word.
I may have been engrossed
upon a thought of mine own;
a masterpiece there in the making;
but, I can’t quite recall her words nor mine;
my memory then, as now, quite forsaking.
But, to remember that moment
these words I have written;
and will be more careful with my ideas henceforward from now;
and that Lady from LlanPorlock,
if we should meet again,
I’ll try not to listen to thou.