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.

Collection: 
English
Samuel Minturn Peck
Sub Title: 
Poems of Home: IV. Youth

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