Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
That Day You Came
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That day God sent you here,
I knew the lavender was out,
And it was mid of year.
The ships sailed out to sea;
Yet ere that day was spent I knew
Mine own had come to me.
Lurks still in grass or bough,
So, somewhat of the end o’ June
Lurks in each weather now.
The old year strips the trees;
But ever in my lavender
I hear the brawling bees.