Dear, did we meet in some dim yesterday?
I half remember how the birds were mute
Among green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,
And on the grass, beside a stream, we lay
In early twilight; faintly, far away,
Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute,
With answered echoes of an airy flute,
While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.

Her violet eyes were sweet with mystery.
You looked in mine, the music rose and fell
Like little, lisping laughter of the sea;
Our souls were barks, wind-wafted from the shore-
Gold cup, a rose, a ruby, who can tell?
Soft-music ceases-I recall no more.



About this poem
"With Music" was published in "Sonnets and Songs" (Harper & Brothers Publishers, 1905).

About Helen Hay Whitney
Helen Hay Whitney was born on March 11, 1875. She published several collections of verse, including "Some Verses" (1898) and "Herbs and Apples" (1910). She died on Sept. 24, 1944.

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