The Fairest Day For Me

The skies are clear and bright to-day,

     They ne’er have been so fair;

The morning breeze floats on its way,

     And flowers scent the air.

And ‘neath the orchard boughs I stroll,

     My heart feels strangely new;

I hear the old clock slowly toll

     The hour of eight, – but you

Of course would know why all this glee –

I learned last night my love loved me.

And, tell me, why should not this day

     Be fairest of the fair?

I doubted long in woman’s way

     If he would really dare;

But, with the birds that rest

     High on the boughs above,

A song awakes within my breast,

     A song of joy and love.

And e’en my soul changed seemed to be,

Since I have found my love loves me.

Love is itself, a world alone,

     A sep’rate pot from this;

‘Tis set apart, a sort of throne

     For mortals’ earthly bliss.

But far too few have entered there,

     At least to long remain;

Their love is wasted on the air

     And they return again.

But love more precious than a gem

Reflects on those whose love loves them.

May 26, ‘91