Gray and gold

The fields lay brown on either hand,
The road ran white between,
And everything was just the same
As it had always been.

No radiance in the sky above,
No song in all the air;
A corner in the winding way – 
And you were standing there!

I love you
With the wind in your hair
And the spray of the sea on your cheek.
I love you,
And I would I might dare
My love to speak.
I love you
As you stand leaning there
With the spray on your cheek
And the wind, oh, the wind in your hair.
I love you!

Now all the world in peaceful slumber lies,
But I, alas!
Must waken while the hours with sleepless eyes
Wearily pass.

Dearest, you also take your quiet rest
The long night through,
The stars above, the snow upon your breast –
Sweet sleep to you!

Sigh of wind on a moonless night,
Ring of hoofs on the hill,
Rush of wings in a skyward flight,
I shall hear them still.

Sweep of scythe in the morning grass,
Bells on the Sabbath breeze,
Youth and love and life may pass –
I shall remember these.

There’s a fairy sleeping in every folded flower,
And a rainbow peeping through every silver shower,
And light leaves shaking and golden blossoms breaking,
The world is waking to April’s magic hour.

There are blossoms falling in every laughing lane,
And cuckoos calling through veils of quiv’ring rain;
The young corn’s springing and all the birds are singing,
And love is ringing in every heart again!