by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

In the scented bud of the morning ‑‑ O
Language: English 
Available translation(s): SPA
In the scented bud of the morning -- O,
  When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
  In the field where the daises are.

We did not laugh [and]1 we did not speak
  As we wandered [happily]2 to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
  In the bud of the morning -- O!

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
  A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
As she and I went hand in hand
  In the field where the daisies are.

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Confirmed with Colum, Padraic, ed., Anthology of Irish Verse, New York, Boni and Liveright, 1922.

1 omitted by Edmunds
2 Barber, Edmunds: "happ'ly"


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