Page:A midsummer holiday and other poems (IA midsummerholiday00swin).pdf/114

 While promise of music is glistening On lips that delight keeps dumb.

The mists and the storms receding At sight of you smile and die: Your eyes held wide on me reading Shed summer across the sky: Your heart shines clear for me, heeding No more of the world than I.

The world, what is it to you, dear, And me, if its face be grey, And the new-born year be a shrewd year For flowers that the fierce winds fray? You smile, and the sky seems blue, dear; You laugh, and the month turns May.