When sunrise flushed the summer sky
And purple clouds grew bright,
And little birds sang sweet and low,
Awaking with the light,
I thought your voice was calling me;
My heart was hushed to hear,
For I had waked from fairy dreams
And seemed to find you near.
And though I knew it was the wind
That stirred the garden fair,
I think I saw you smiling then,
With sunlight on your hair.