When life was as fresh as a bright new toy
Made for just you and me, Dear, girl and boy,
Strong in our boast of the many bold ways
We'd conquer the world that lay in a haze
Of splendid tangle before us. No joy
But we would reach it; no evil alloy
But what, at our valor, would stand at gaze!
Let me come back to you, Sweetheart of old;
Let us play the years have been only hours;
That we parted last night at the pasture gate...
I hear your feet in the fallen leaves' gold;
No horrible surfeit skulks and glowers...
I knock at your heart, Boy! I wait__I wait!
__Hannah Rea Woodman.
Poems by Hannah Rea Woodman
(Poughkeepsie, N.Y.: A. V. Haight & Company. 1909)