Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.

That Day You Came

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.

Their common way the great winds blew,

The ships sailed out to sea;

Yet ere that day was spent I knew

Mine own had come to me.

As after song some snatch of tune

Lurks still in grass or bough,

So, somewhat of the end o’ June

Lurks in each weather now.

The young year sets the buds astir,

The old year strips the trees;

But ever in my lavender

I hear the brawling bees.