The perfume of that summer burned so strong
And simmering on the air, the churr of bees,
A rill of daisies ran a full furlong
Along a split rail fence up to the trees.
There, hand in hand we walked into the field
And sat beneath a time worn gnarled oak
Whose crooked branches wove a verdant shield
Where shaded primrose deemed the day bespoke.
No time like this; the world and love as one,
A sun blessed heath awash in living joy;
Your smile more blinding than that jealous sun,
Supreme contentment no dark clouds alloyed.
How oft my mind does journey to that spot;
Two hearts ‘neath spreaded tree, pure love besot.

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