Then and Now
Then and Now
Then, I did not know that you were there
or miss the slight confusion of your hair
or think about your gracious smile
while pausing by brook a while
Or wandering under cloud-blown skies
did not recall the beauty of your eyes
when walking in the woods in June
through green-filled Summers in full bloom.
I did not think of how you walk
or of the music of your talk
(so like sunlight among flowers).
Now, strolling over fields for hours
I forget what once had been
your beauty in my heart has so grown
you now are all the Spring times I have seen
and all the Summers I have known.
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