THAT blue and emerald morning when you came Upon some minor errand and then stayed Till noon to talk with me will always claim A special memory, for you had made Me love you in the little time it took For you to smile a bit and carelessly Ask my opinion of the newest book. You talked of this or that and did not see I lost your words in dreaming of your eyes— Those clear brown pools of amethystine gold— And quite forgot I meant to be too wise To give a wanton lad my heart to hold. When other years bring mornings emerald blue. Again I'll love you for an hour or two! |