The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (13.1897)

The Noon of Love

By J. A. Blaikie

i

Eastward each morning,

Ever old, ever new,

The radiant adorning

Of day made for you

Meets me, and lifts me, upspringing

Over crag, over hollow,

Over woodland and meadow,

A glory all heaven, the earth its sun-shadow—

I go with heart singing,

And singing winds follow,

I take my way winging,

Where the gossamers fly, to the sun’s gold clinging,
My sweeting, my darling, my One !

Into the gold and the sun.

II

Unbreathing Noon, the hour of love’s dominion,
Falls now, as yesterday, as ’twill to-morrow ;