Oi saw her at the time of the sowing of the grain —
The April sun had broken through a filmy mist of rain,
And a little wind and sweet
Swayed the grasses at her feet
As I turned to look and turned to smile and turned to look again;
And I said, " How good a thing
Is the promise of the Spring — "
At the time of the sowing of the grain.

O, I kissed her at the time of the growing of the grain —
Her laugh was like the melody that threads the lark's refrain;
Bud and blossom everywhere
Sent their perfume through the air
And the branches bent above her with their golden Autumn gain —
And I said, " Lo, Love hath grown
Like the seeds thy hand hath sown — "
At the time of the growing of the grain.

O, I won her at the time of the mowing of the grain —
We guided o'er the empty fields the heavy-laden wain,
And my life was like to sing
With the joy of harvesting —
O, Love's sowing nor his growing nor his mowing were in vain!
And I said, " Give thanks, my heart,
For the store that is thy part — "
At the time of the mowing of the grain.

Last night I dreamed of you. I thought you came
And caught my hands in yours and said my name
Over and over, till my soul was stirred
With that fine ecstasy that some wild bird
May know when first he feels the blossoming
And the keen rapture of the glad new Spring.

Almost to-day I fear to meet your eyes
Lest I should find them suddenly grown wise
With knowledge of my heart; almost I fear
To touch your hand lest you should come too near,
And startled, dazed by some fierce inner light,
We both should cry, " I dreamed a dream last night! "