With Music by Helen Hay WhitneyDear, did we meet in some dim yesterday?I half remember how the birds were muteAmong green leaves and tulip-tinted fruit,And on the grass, beside a stream, we layIn early twilight; faintly, far away,Came lovely sounds adrift from silver lute,With answered echoes of an airy flute,While Twilight waited tiptoe, fain to stay.Her violet eyes were sweet with mystery.You looked in mine, the music rose and fellLike little, lisping laughter of the sea;Our souls were barks, wind-wafted from the shore—Gold cup, a rose, a ruby, who can tell?Soft—music ceases—I recall no more.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!