  Just drifting on together— He and I— As through the balmy weather Of July Drift two thistle-tufts imbedded Each in each—by zephyrs wedded— Touring upward, giddy-headed, For the sky. And, veering up and onward, Do we seem Forever drifting dawnward In a dream, Where we meet song-birds that know us, And the winds their kisses blow us, While the years flow far below us Like a stream. And we are happy—very— He and I— Aye, even glad and merry Though on high The heavens are sometimes shrouded By the midnight storm, and clouded Till the pallid moon is crowded From the sky. My spirit ne'er expresses Any choice But to clothe him with caresses And rejoice; And as he laughs, it is in Such a tone the moonbeams glisten And the stars come out to listen To his voice. And so, whate'er the weather, He and I,— With our lives linked thus together, Float and fly As two thistle-tufts imbedded Each in each—by zephyrs wedded— Touring upward, giddy-headed, For the sky. |
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