MAID O’ MINE

Dear little maid with eyes of blue, You bring such lovely gifts with you: Your golden dreams undimmed by care— Your love—your faith so sweet and rare. Dancing along through merry hours, Heeding not the passing showers, You sing in voice of gentle tone The softest winds have made their own. You bring me dreams of tender things, Of butterflies and flashing wings, Of days that hold the kiss of June, Of nights lit by a baby moon Of little saints with folded hands, Of gardens where the lily stands, Of meadows silvered o’er with dew— These are the dreams you bring with you.