A Knot of Blue

Samuel Minturn Peck (1854–1938)

For the Boys of Yale

SHE hath no gems of lustre bright

To sparkle in her hair;

No need hath she of borrowed light

To make her beauty fair.

Upon her shining locks afloat

Are daisies wet with dew,

And peeping from her lissome throat

A little knot of blue.

A dainty knot of blue,

A ribbon blithe of hue.

It fills my dreams with sunny gleams,—

That little knot of blue.

I met her down the shadowed lane,

Beneath the apple-tree,

The balmy blossoms fell like rain

Upon my love and me:

And what I said or what I did

That morn I never knew,

But to my breast there came and hid

A little knot of blue.

A little knot of blue,

A love knot strong and true,

’T will hold my heart till life shall part,—

That little knot of blue.