John Shaw Neilson

You and Yellow Air

YOU, AND YELLOW AIR by John Shaw Neilson
I dream of an old kissing-time
 And the flowered follies there;
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
 Of you, and yellow air.
 
It was an age of babbling,
 When the players would play
Mad with the wine and miracles
 Of a charmed holiday.
 
Bewildered was the warm earth
 With whistling and sighs,
And a young foal spoke all his heart
 With diamonds for eyes.
 
You were of Love’s own colour
 In eyes and heart and hair;
In the dim place of cherry-trees
 Ridden by yellow air.
 
It was the time when red lovers
 With the red fevers burn;
A time of bells and silver seeds
 And cherries on the turn.
 
Children looked into tall trees
 And old eyes looked behind;
God in His glad October
 No sullen man could find.
 
Out of your eyes a magic
 Fell lazily as dew,
And every lad with lad’s eyes
 Made summer love to you.
 
It was a reign of roses,
 Of blue flowers for the eye,
And the rustling of green girls
 Under a white sky.
 
I dream of an old kissing-time
 And the flowered follies there,
In the dim place of cherry-trees,
 Of you, and yellow air.
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