HE AND I

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.