When you laugh you make me glad , but when you are sad I want to share in your sadness and soothe it . I think I am nearer to you in your sorrowful moods . * * * * * Today I met you by accident at the turn of the lane . Nothing told me that you were coming -- not even the wind , that should have known . I was sad , and then all at once I saw you , and wondered how I could have been sad . You walked past me with a smile , as if you had tossed me a rose . I stood and watched you out of sight . That meeting was the purple gift the day gave me . * * * * * Today I tried to write a poem to you , Una , but I could not find words fine enough , as a lover could find no raiment dainty enough for his bride . The old words other men have used in singing to their loves seemed too worn and common for you . I wanted only new words , crystal clear or coloured only by the iris of the light , not words that have been steeped and stained with all the hues of other men 's thoughts . So I burned the verses that were so unworthy of you . * * * * * Una , some day you will love . You will watch for him ; you will blush at his coming , be sad at his going . Oh , I can not think of it ! * * * * * Today I saw you when you did not see me . I was walking on the shore , and as I came around a rock you were sitting on the other side . I drew back a little and looked at you . Your hands were clasped over your knees ; your hat had fallen back , and the sea wind was ruffling your hair . Your face was lifted to the sky , your lips were parted , your eyes were full of light .
You seemed to be listening XXXXX something that made you happy .
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