To Mother (Songs Of Dreams)

Do you remember how at Airolo
We went through fields in which wild lilies grew,
With blue forget-me-nots and pansies pied,
And all the flowers whose names we never knew?

Do you remember how at Airolo
I made a posy of the white and blue,
And thought, "Such lilies Mary has in heaven,"
And brought them to my best-belov'd, to you?

Dear, as I brought the best of Airolo,
The lilies shining with the morning dew,
So with the best of these the songs I make,
I bring them to my best-belov'd, to you.