User:Phaedriel/Today/July 1, 2007

Today is Gurch's day!   Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds whistle vagrantly; I know that many a fairer path With lure of song and bloom may woo, But oh ! I love this lonely strath Because it is so full of you.

Here once you lingered on an hour When stars were shining in the west, To gather one pale, scented flower And place it smiling on your breast; And since that eve its fragrance blows For me across the grasses sere, Far sweeter than the latest rose, That faded bloom of yesteryear.

For me the sky, the sea, the wold, Have beckoning visions wild and fair, The mystery of a tale untold, The grace of an unuttered prayer. Let others choose the fairer path That winds the dimpling valley through, I gladly seek this lonely strath Companioned by my dreams of you.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Happy Day, Gurch!