Laughter-loving green-grey eyes,
Young limbs girt with gladness,
How they mock this dismal drab
Livery of sadness!
“THE TIME, THE PLACE, THE BELOVED.”
You and I among the roses—
You and I and love and June—
All without and all within us
Set to one sweet happy tune!
You and I among the roses!
Drowsy bees go blundering by;
’Mid the tresses on your temples
Little breezes swoon and die.
You and I among the roses!
Overhead a sapphire dome;
’Neath our feet a sea of emerald,
Flecked with daisies for its foam.
You and I among the roses—
’Tis for love the time and place!
What a world of rapture can be
Crowded into one small space.
DAY-DREAMS
I am dreaming of you, belovèd,
In my home among the hills;
Your eyes meet mine in every flower;
Above the highest height you tower,
Yet the glamour of your presence
The lowest valley fills.
I hear your voice in the river
That sings on its way to the sea;
And when the wind sweeps over
The low beds of the clover,
’Tis the breath of my belovèd
Its wide wings bear to me.
I am dreaming of you, belovèd,
But though sweet these day-dreams be,
’Tis the deeper dreams of sleeping
That restore you to my keeping,
And so the world of shadows
Is the dearest world to me.