A Knot of Blue

For the Boys of Yale SHE hath no gems of lustre bright   To sparkle in her hair; No need hath she of borrowed light   To make her beauty fair. Upon her shining locks afloat   Are daisies wet with dew, And peeping from her lissome throat   A little knot of blue. A dainty knot of blue,   A ribbon blithe of hue. It fills my dreams with sunny gleams,—   That little knot of blue. I met her down the shadowed lane,   Beneath the apple-tree, The balmy blossoms fell like rain   Upon my love and me: And what I said or what I did   That morn I never knew, But to my breast there came and hid   A little knot of blue. A little knot of blue,   A love knot strong and true, ’T will hold my heart till life shall part,—   That little knot of blue.