You, and Yellow Air

I DREAM of an old kissing-timeAnd the flowered follies there;In the dim place of cherry-trees,Of you, and yellow air.

It was an age of babbling,When the players would playMad with the wine and miraclesOf a charmed holiday.

Bewildered was the warm earthWith whistling and sighs,And a young foal spoke all his heartWith diamonds for eyes.

You were of Love's own colourIn eyes and heart and hair;In the dim place of cherry-treesRidden by yellow air.

It was the time when red loversWith the red fevers burn;A time of bells and silver seedsAnd cherries on the turn.

Children looked into tall treesAnd old eyes looked behind;God in His glad OctoberNo sullen man could find.

Out of your eyes a magicFell lazily as dew,And every lad with lad's eyesMade summer love to you.

It was a reign of roses,Of blue flowers for the eye,And the rustling of green girlsUnder a white sky.

I dream of an old kissing-timeAnd the flowered follies there,In the dim place of cherry-trees,Of you, and yellow air.