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.