Poems (Dorr)/A Song for Two
A SONG FOR TWO
Nor for its sunsets burning clear and low, Its purple splendors on the eastern hills,Bless I the Year that now makes haste to go While sad Earth listens for its dying thrills.
Not that its days were sweet with sun and showers; Its summer nights all luminous with stars:Not that its vales were studded thick with flowers; Not that its mountains pierced the azure bars;
Not that from our dear land, by slow degrees, Some mists of error it hath blown away;Not for its noble deeds—ah! not for these— Fain would I twine this wreath of song to-day.
But for one gift that it has brought to me My grateful heart would crown the dying Year:Because, O best-beloved, it gave me thee, I drop this garland on the passing bier!