Nearly

Hard of face the woman is
Twisted is the smile
Seemly the advantage she comely stalks -
The path to marriage aisles
So I'm going home when the church bell rings
Out through a window like some wild thing
Through the meadows and into the mist
To where vast canyons echo bliss
To where a mountains chill steals a spiteful kiss
And some vague scent remembers this
That lonely stays where lonely is.