Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | That Day You Came | | By Lizette Woodworth Reese |
| | | SUCH special sweetness was about | |
| That day God sent you here, | |
| I knew the lavender was out, | |
| And it was mid of year. | |
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| Their common way the great winds blew, | 5 |
| The ships sailed out to sea; | |
| Yet ere that day was spent I knew | |
| Mine own had come to me. | |
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| As after song some snatch of tune | |
| Lurks still in grass or bough, | 10 |
| So, somewhat of the end o’ June | |
| Lurks in each weather now. | |
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| The young year sets the buds astir, | |
| The old year strips the trees; | |
| But ever in my lavender | 15 |
| I hear the brawling bees. | | | | |
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