To Yesterday

O Yesterday, you saw him. In your warm
Sweet light we wandered idly, happily.
Unto your deep of blue his eyes were lent,
And through your moments lingered yet his voice.
Bide near me, Yesterday. You know of him;
And I may turn to you—now he is gone—
Remind you of a glance, a word, a touch,
A thousand glints of soul revealed to soul
And thus defer the thought of poor To-day.