Poems (Probyn)/The almond tree
THE ALMOND TREE.
My love was out in the garden Under the almond tree,All 1n the blush of blossom, That blows for the honey bee.I came up over the daisies, Before she could turn to see—I caught her hand and I kissed it Under the almond tree.
She flushed like a rose in summer— She stepped aside from me—"I am young," she said, " and happy, And I pray you let me be.""To be happy," I said, "it needeth That a man and a maid agree"—And I turned and left her weeping Under the almond tree.
She made a step through the daisies— She called with a sob to me—She said, "How can I be happy If you are not there to see?"I looked in her eyes, and lingered— Like blossom in May blushed she!I clasped her close and I kissed her, Under the almond tree.