Reunited Love

“i Dreamed that we were lovers still, As tender as we used to be When I brought you the daffodil, And you looked up and smiled at me.” “True sweethearts were we then, indeed, When youth was budding into bloom; And now the flowers are gone to seed, And breezes have left no perfume.” “Because you ever, ever will Take such a crooked view of things, Distorting this and that, until Confusion ends in cavillings.” “Because you never, never will Perceive the force of what I say; As if I always reasoned ill— Enough to take one’s breath away!” “But what if riper love replace The vision that enchanted me, When all you did was perfect grace, And all you said was melody?” “And what if loyal heart renew The image never quite foregone, Combining, as of yore, in you A Samson and a Solomon?” “Then to the breezes will I toss The straws we split with temper’s loss; Then seal upon your lips anew The peace that gentle hearts ensue.” “Oh, welcome then, ye playful ways, And sunshine of the early days; And banish to the clouds above Dull reason, that bedarkens love!”