You taught my eager heart to understand The joyousness of love, and, opening this book, Bade me, as from a casement wide, to look Through it upon the beauty of the land That sun and bloom make bright; and with your hand In mine the friends of Sorrow I forsook To listen to the lyric of the brook Whose songs are writ in water and in sand. There with the lilies white we used to dream The starlit hours of summer evening through, With Keats clear singing and the dulcet stream Flooding our hearts with happiness anew, -- A mingled music that must always seem All his, remembering this gift from you. |