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THAT DAY YOU CAME
Such special sweetness was about
That day God sent you here,
I knew the
lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.
Their common way the great winds blew,
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet
ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.
As after song some snatch of tune
Lurks still in grass or bough,
So,
somewhat of the end o' June
Lurks in each weather now.
The young year sets the buds astir,
The old year strips the trees;
But
ever in my lavender
I hear the brawling bees.
Lizette Woodworth Reese [1856-1935]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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