Then and Now

Then and Now Then, I did not know that you were there or miss the slight confusion of your hair or think about your gracious smile while pausing by brook a while Or wandering under cloud-blown skies did not recall the beauty of your eyes when walking in the woods in June through green-filled Summers in full bloom. I did not think of how you walk or of the music of your talk (so like sunlight among flowers). Now, strolling over fields for hours I forget what once had been your beauty in my heart has so grown you now are all the Spring times I have seen and all the Summers I have known.