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James Whitcomb Riley - He And I
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Just drifting on together--
        He and I--
As through the balmy weather
        Of July
  Drift two thistle-tufts imbedded
  Each in each--by zephyrs wedded--
  Touring upward, giddy-headed,
        For the sky.

And, veering up and onward,
        Do we seem
Forever drifting dawnward
        In a dream,
  Where we meet song-birds that know us,
  And the winds their kisses blow us,
  While the years flow far below us
        Like a stream.

And we are happy--very--
        He and I--
Aye, even glad and merry
        Though on high
  The heavens are sometimes shrouded
  By the midnight storm, and clouded
  Till the pallid moon is crowded
        From the sky.

My spirit ne`er expresses
        Any choice
But to clothe him with caresses
        And rejoice;
  And as he laughs, it is in
  Such a tone the moonbeams glisten
  And the stars come out to listen
        To his voice.

And so, whate`er the weather,
        He and I,--
With our lives linked thus together,
        Float and fly
  As two thistle-tufts imbedded
  Each in each--by zephyrs wedded--
  Touring upward, giddy-headed,
        For the sky.
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