Here you will find the Poem You and Yellow Air of poet John Shaw Neilson
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.