Ричард Уотсон Гилдер (Richard Watson Gilder)

The New Day. Part 3. 13. “Once When We Walked Within a Summer Field”

Once when we walked within a summer field
⁠     I pluckt the flower of immortality,
⁠     And said, "Dear Love of mine, I give to thee
⁠     This flower of flowers of all the round year's yield!"
'T was then thou stood'st, and with one hand didst shield
     ⁠Thy sun-dazed eyes, and, flinging the other free,
     ⁠Spurned from thee that white blossom utterly.
     ⁠But, Love, the immortal cannot so be killed.
The generations shall behold thee stand
     ⁠Against that western glow in grass dew-wet—
⁠     Lord of my life, and lady of the land.
Nor maid nor lover shall the world forget,
⁠     Nor that disdainful wafture of thy hand.
     ⁠Thou scornful! sun and flower shall find thee yet.

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