H. C. BUNNER.
OH, for You that I never knew!—
Now that the Spring is swelling,
And over the way is a whitening may,
In the yard of my neighbor's dwelling.
Oh, may, oho! do your sisters blow
Out there in the country grasses—
A-mocking the white of the cloudlet light,
That up in the blue sky passes?
Here in town the grass it is brown,
Right under your beautiful clusters;
But your sisters thrive where the sward's alive
With emerald lights and lustres.
Dream of my dreams! vision that seems
Ever to scorn my praying,
Love that I wait, face of my fate,
Come with me now a-maying!
Soul of my song! all my life long
Looking for you I wander;
Long have I sought— shall I find naught,
Under the may-bushes yonder?
Oh, for You that I never knew,
Only in dreams that bind you!—
By Spring's own grace I shall know your face,
When under the may I find you!