Oh my darling cry thee not,
When in the murky waters lie,
‘Mersed deep and sought…,
Smothered ‘neath the open-sky,
Over my corpse weep not.
Oh my darling mourn thee not,
For natures’ course has finally met,
The fortune of the long unwrought,
For many suns and moons have set,
With dirty-hands, which hard have fought!
K. Aldaya, 4/19/05
Picture: A fashion photograph taken at Weeki Wachee Spring, by Toni Frissell, first published in Harper’s Bazaar (December 1947); http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeki_Wachee_Springs#/media/File:Weeki_Wachee_spring_10079u.jpg