Sunday, July 12, 2015

You



My road was straight, no byways ran
     Across my chosen way;
No sun-hued clouds rose overhead
     To change my skies from gray.
Life rambled on in changeless days
     Just how, I never knew;
I walked within the shaded ways
     Ere I knew you.

Now all is changed. The skies are clear,
     And birds sing in the trees;
A fragrance as from flowered fields
     Is wafted on each breeze.
Now life has joy and love and light,
     Love’s skies are ever blue;
And shaded ways are warm and bright
     Since I’ve known you.



July 12, 1915


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