Poetry of Kansas

Back In Boyhood

To the days of my boyhood my heart loves to
            roam,
    And with tender and pensive delight
I recall the old times and the precious old home,
    With its clustering memories bright.
The once commonplace things are now common
            no more,
    As seen through the half darkened glow,
That conceals yet reveals the dear objects of yore,
    In the mystical, sweet long ago.
 
The weather-worn woodshed I see, and the
            wood--
    The dry maple and beech-corded high;
And I see where the well hacked old sawbuck
            once stood,
    With the axes and wedges near by.
And the white garden fence is still seen in my
            thought;
    The forget-me-nots, also, are there;

Quillings In Verse
John Edward Everett
(Smith Center: ___. 1912)
Page 11

 
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