I spoke, "Why give me more than one?"
He paused and turned, and gave me this—
It bums yet on my mouth—his kiss!
He paused and turned, and gave me this—
It bums yet on my mouth—his kiss!
My lips are sacred now henceforth,
Perhaps before of little worth;
They have grown precious through long dearth
And waiting for this crown of earth.
What hours I spent, nor dreamed of this,
To find my whole world in a kiss!
Perhaps before of little worth;
They have grown precious through long dearth
And waiting for this crown of earth.
What hours I spent, nor dreamed of this,
To find my whole world in a kiss!
XIVSUMMER WEATHER
The corn is in tassel, the grass is high,
Morning and evening echo with praise,
Robins whistle and thrushes reply,
Making the most of these holidays.
Morning and evening echo with praise,
Robins whistle and thrushes reply,
Making the most of these holidays.
The silver birches are laughing out,
An emerald plume lifts the sculptured fern,
While thistle-blossoms begin to pout,
And the wild red roses begin to bum.
An emerald plume lifts the sculptured fern,
While thistle-blossoms begin to pout,
And the wild red roses begin to bum.
Here they come trooping, now, one and all,
Larkspur, and bluebell and gay marigold—
Had they been waiting the fairy's call
To spring from the dusk of the mould?
Larkspur, and bluebell and gay marigold—
Had they been waiting the fairy's call
To spring from the dusk of the mould?
Look—the brown sparrow longs not to flutter
With wings like the pansy's purple best,
Nor the velvet pansy yearns to utter
What the sparrow croons over her nest.
With wings like the pansy's purple best,
Nor the velvet pansy yearns to utter
What the sparrow croons over her nest.
Steeped in the happy summer weather,
Each content with its fortunate dower,
Each content with its fortunate dower,
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