Anniversary 7

You living warmth of woman that I lie
against, you singing river that I love
to follow, still in Eden, you light sky
where raven night gives way to clouds of dove,

You dawn, you rush of sense with talkative wings,
you garden of the hours, you heather-wild
stretch on a hill, you earliness of things,
you sunflower next to noon, you morning’s child,

You teacher of life’s craft, you accurate song,
you sundial on my way, you deepest plan
of hope, you time’s musician – how you throng
my mind! This day that once our days began,

I go to you in Eden, as it seems,
proposing with a rhapsody of dreams.

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