Show unforgotten As some rare strain of an old poem strays back from oblivion and gladdens me so steals upon my heart the memory of you and the old days days when we fashioned out oat our oar sweet scheme YOU yon with ambitious hopes and lofty plots and I 1 gathering the dear to wreathe a future f dream A maytime lilac blo blooms orns and hum of alices and birds and breezes blissful carolines caro and all the spring times timea fugitive sweet sweat things commingling Com mingling ecstasies that once we shared but noer neer again shall know savo save in the tha vague mysterious realm 0 of dreams where heart keeps sacred tryst with heart heam and seems lost in the long ago today I 1 know not where your footsteps wend the world is large and we meandering however deviously 3 ot et never bring our paths to the same end you fare your steps lead to the heights beyond my keep tho the valley path and glean tho the sweet lato late summers at aftermath ter fragrant with such delights As you would scarce count worth your gathering you ye U who must mu t win upon your upland ways A heros laurels or a poets bays yet while I 1 strive to sing I 1 wonder if perchance some fledgling song ong Is of mine may ono one day fluttering tremulously warbling la in love spun lays all blUhe fully the words unsaid so long come to your heart like a dove messenger and rouse regret and waken memory that song bong should bo be my dearest song to me ily hearts interpreter and oh ch sometimes I 1 dream that you have passed beyond tile the shadows to a bourn unknown and then I 1 dream you are ray my very own IN my ly very own at last but from the trysting place in fairy lands lanas the dreamers yearning heart no trophy brings not wen een the memory of a kiss that clings 0 or r touch of loving bands hands and still I 1 joy to in thus thua remembering yet and sending after you this raveled graveled strand of song half honey sweet with memory and halt half bitter with regret Ros rosaline allne IS jones |