This flurry of plans
is over, over.
And I'm sorry and glad together.
Our bustling house
is sane now, sane now.
And I'm sorry and glad together.
Didn't it go by so quickly, Mary?
I am missing our sewing in secret,
making up his holiday.
It's finally come round.
It's been a long time, a long time.
And I'm sorry and glad together
now.
Now we watch out of doors for May
and the travels of summer ahead
with. What will we bring?
Thoughts of trains,
thoughts of sea.
Will they come? And what will we say?
How possible everything is
in this wondering,
endless wait.
And how sure is joy, and safe.
In May I will say,
I am sorry and glad together
now
