by Francis Wynne

The Meadow-Sweet was uplifting
Its plumelets of delicate hue,
The clouds were all dreamily drifting
Above the blue.
On the day when I broke from my tether
And fled from the square and the street
Was the day we went walking together
In the meadow, sweet.

The Meadow-Sweet with its clover
And bright with Its buttercups lay;
The swallows kept eddying over,
All flashing and gay.
I remember a fairylike feather
Sailed down your coming to greet,
The day we went walking together
In the meadow, sweet.

Ahl the Meadow-Sweet! and the singing
Of birds in the boughs overhead l
And your soft little hand to mine clinging,
And the words that you said
When bold in the beautiful weather
I laid my love at your feet,
The day we went walking together
In the meadow, sweet.


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