HAVEN
Reading edition
Oh! for the peace of a tiny farm, And a path that climbs a hill; And your dear voice, potent charm, Singing the love songs still. Oh! for a home, sweetheart o’mine, By meadow and winding lane, And sweet wet violets that shine With glint of April rain. Today I glimpse through door of dreams, This haven of the heart; E’en fancied joy has power, it seems, To heal the bitter smart.
BY AN OPEN WINDOW IN JUNE
How sweet is the fragrance that perfumes the air, The wealth of red roses abloom everywhere; The skies of bright sapphire are all bending low Above the sweet earth where the soft breezes blow. And there, past the hills, is the smile of the sea, And the little worn path that led you to me. The heart in my breast is calling your name As it called it so softly the first day you came. The roses are lonely—they’re drooping today— For June isn’t June, because you’re away; Come back! Ah, Macushla, you answer no word, Out there in the din my heart isn’t heard!