Poems (Chilton, 1885)/Heart's-Ease
HEART'S EASE.
I went to gather heart's-ease, As the day-god sank to rest,—Drawing all the sheaves of sunlight To his garner in the west:When the blossoms and the leaves, Losing all their golden glow,In the slowly-gathering twilight, Faintly fluttered to and fro.
All the ground was starred with May-blooms,— Everywhere they met my eye;But I went to gather heart's-ease, So I passed all others by.—O, my soul was ne'er so joyous As it was in those glad hours,When I wandered, light and careless, Near the woodside, plucking flowers.
And I gave them all to you, dear; Then I looked upon your face,And I wondered I could think That the flowers had any grace:Then it was I gathered heart's-ease; Then it was, dear heart, I foundThat the glory of the May-blooms Did not lie ,upon the ground!