Yesterdays — When My Sweet Lady Sings

WHEN MY SWEET LADY SINGS

When she, my lady, smiles, I feel as one who, lost in darksome wilds, Sees suddenly the sun in middle sky Shining upon him like a great glad eye.

When my sweet lady smiles.

When she, my lady laughs, I feel as one who some elixir quaffs;

Some nameless nectar, made of wines of suns, And through my veins a subtle iveresse runs.

When my sweet lady laughs.

And when my lady talks, I am as one who by a brooklet walks, Some sweet-tongued brooklet, which the whole long day, Holds converse with the birds along the way.

When my loved lady talks.

And when my lady sings, Oh then I hear the beat of silver wings;

All that is earthly from beneath me slips, And in the liquid cadence of her lips I float, so near the Infinite, I seem Lost in the glory of a white starred dream.

When my sweet lady sings.