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