Lakeside.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. |
Tumbleweed
Poems by Hannah Rea Woodman
(Poughkeepsie, N.Y.: A. V. Haight & Company. 1909)
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