YOU, AND YELLOW AIR by John Shaw Neilson <br />I dream of an old kissing-time <br /> And the flowered follies there; <br />In the dim place of cherry-trees, <br /> Of you, and yellow air. <br /> <br />It was an age of babbling, <br /> When the players would play <br />Mad with the wine and miracles <br /> Of a charmed holiday. <br /> <br />Bewildered was the warm earth <br /> With whistling and sighs, <br />And a young foal spoke all his heart <br /> With diamonds for eyes. <br /> <br />You were of Love's own colour <br /> In eyes and heart and hair; <br />In the dim place of cherry-trees <br /> Ridden by yellow air. <br /> <br />It was the time when red lovers <br /> With the red fevers burn; <br />A time of bells and silver seeds <br /> And cherries on the turn. <br /> <br />Children looked into tall trees <br /> And old eyes looked behind; <br />God in His glad October <br /> No sullen man could find. <br /> <br />Out of your eyes a magic <br /> Fell lazily as dew, <br />And every lad with lad's eyes <br /> Made summer love to you. <br /> <br />It was a reign of roses, <br /> Of blue flowers for the eye, <br />And the rustling of green girls <br /> Under a white sky. <br /> <br />I dream of an old kissing-time <br /> And the flowered follies there, <br />In the dim place of cherry-trees, <br /> Of you, and yellow air. <br /> <br /><br /><br />John Shaw Neilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-and-yellow-air/
