Looking as Sapphic as possible, Recites

" A Song. "

I hid my heart in the wind,
The cool, young wind of May —
For I knew that my love would find
And carry it away.

Happy I lay — and dumb;
Held in the sun's warm clasp;
For I knew that my love would come,
And see it there, and grasp.

I saw him stoop and start;
And then — oh day turned black! —
My love picked up my heart
And brought it safely back.