Mellow Voiced like Perfection
I remember well the first day that we
Met. It was Sabbath yellow, white and blue,
A summer’s afternoon of sanctity
Because of God—and then because of you,
Your sister and your parents. Hours of sun
And brightness in the sky, a holy day
It settled with a sacred peace. The one,
The pretty one, was Jonquil, pertly fay,
Though more reserved like violets of white
With stripes of purple, an Edwardian
Corsage upon a dress restrained though bright.
She moved as Englishness’s guardian
At lunch on Saturday, soon after hymns,
This pretty one with lovely mannered limbs.