The Hedge-Schoolmaster to His Love by Robin Ernest William Flower

O dearest of dear ones, O sweeter than sweetness!
Than the birds on the mountains more fleet in your fleetness,
With your hair on the wind like a stream of fine amber,
You came through the mist like the sun in September.

As I went at your side in the midst of your brightness,
Like a silver swayed birch was your lithe lissom lightness,
Your hand was in mine and our hearts beat together
And little we cared for the world and its weather.

Below in the town they were wrangling and brawling,
On the high hills of heaven the soft rain was falling,
The soft rain, the sweet rain, so silverly shining,
That it charmed us and lulled us till day was declining.

Then, hand clasped in hand, with a riot of laughter,
We ran to the town and the rain followed after,
Till he tired at the last of his splashing and streaming
And the lovely lit stars through our window came dreaming.

From: Flower, Robin, Eire, and Other Poems, 1910, Locke Ellis: London, p. 15.
(https://archive.org/stream/cu31924013612498#page/n23/mode/2up)

Date: 1910

By: Robin Ernest William Flower (1881-1946)

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