TO A GIRL ON HER BIRTHDAY

I would have your days
As the gay young winds
That sweep through the world
With adventure on their wings;

Golden as a flame
Hushed like a pray’r
Tender as a melody that spring rain sings.

May your every hour be a poem rare
Woven out of courage
And loveliness and light
I would have your days
As the radiant glow in the western sky
Between day and night.