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.
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 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.
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.