So Small a Day

The day my eyes found yours was not a day To wear the glittering ink of history’s pen. It was a small day in the annals of men— Bound east by daisies, west by pink and gray Of clover blossoms under the wind’s warm breath, Yet, searching the farthest caverns of man’s mind, In all his written words I shall not find Its shining counterpart this side of death. So small a day, as Time’s swift tidal flows, Yet this I swear: no sun shall ever rise To light the darkened lantern of the rose, Nor fleet of clouds sail down the waking skies, But for that love no history records My tongue shall go impoverished for words.