Show THE The conference meeting through at We boys around the vestry To see the girls come tripping past Like willing be braver he that leaps the By level musket-flashes Than who stepped before them all Who longed to see me get the But she blushed and took my arm We let the old folks have the And started toward the Maple Along a kind of lovers' I can't remember what we nothing worth a song or j Yet that rude path by wt sped all transformed and in a 1 The snow was crisp beneath our j The moon was the fields were By hood and tippet sheltered sweet Her face with youth and health was The little hand outside her muff O if you could but mold So slightly touched my jacket-cuff To keep it warm I had to hold To have her with me there love and fear and triumph blended A we reached the foot-worn stone Where that delicious journey She shook her ringlets from her And with a But yet I knew she understood With what a daring wish I A cloud passed kindly The moon was slyly peeping through Yet hid its as if it now or do do it My lips till then had only known The kiss of mother and of But somehow full upon her own darling mouth I kissed her Perhaps boyish yet O listless weary To feel once more that fresh wild I'd give but who can live youth Edmund Clarence |