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Besides, I heard enough to show
“Si jeunesse savait ?"
the leaves : (An alien touch but dust perceives,
Nought else supposes ;)
When they were roses.
“ If youth but knew !” Ah, "if,” in truthI can recall with what gay youth,
To what light chorus,
All life before us;
Braved the old clock-tower's dust and damp
In misty distance ;
Of feigned existence.
What need had we for thoughts or cares ! The hot sun parched the old parterres
And “ flowerful closes”; We roused the rooks with rounds and glees, Played hide-and-seek behind the trees, –
Then plucked these roses.
Louise was one- - light, glib Louise,
You scarce could stop her;
Our dear “Miss Proper :"
Shy Ruth, all heart and tenderness,
When Dash was smitten;
You teased her kitten.
I loved them all. Bell first and best ;
Or madcap masking ;
She'd come for asking.
Louise was grave when last we met ;
And Ruth, Heaven bless her,
where neither grief nor pain Can now distress her.
A RÊVERIE SUGGESTED BY THE NAME UPON A PANE.
HE then must once have looked, as I
Look across the level rye,-
The swallows must have twittered, too,
What was she like? I picture her