You, and Yellow Air

I DREAM of an old kissing-time
 * And the flowered follies there;

In the dim place of cherry-trees,
 * Of you, and yellow air.

It was an age of babbling,
 * When the players would play

Mad with the wine and miracles
 * Of a charmed holiday.

Bewildered was the warm earth
 * With whistling and sighs,

And a young foal spoke all his heart
 * With diamonds for eyes.

You were of Love's own colour
 * In eyes and heart and hair;

In the dim place of cherry-trees
 * Ridden by yellow air.

It was the time when red lovers
 * With the red fevers burn;

A time of bells and silver seeds
 * And cherries on the turn.

Children looked into tall trees
 * And old eyes looked behind;

God in His glad October
 * No sullen man could find.

Out of your eyes a magic
 * Fell lazily as dew,

And every lad with lad's eyes
 * Made summer love to you.

It was a reign of roses,
 * Of blue flowers for the eye,

And the rustling of green girls
 * Under a white sky.

I dream of an old kissing-time
 * And the flowered follies there,

In the dim place of cherry-trees,
 * Of you, and yellow air.