Show beside DE THE STILE vi e both walked slowly er the yellow grass beneath the sunset sky and then he climbed the stile I 1 did not pass and there we said good by he paused one moment I 1 leaned on the stile and laced the hazy lane but neither of us spoke until we both just sa d good by again and I 1 went homeward to our quaint old tarn and he went on his way and he has never crossed that alel 1 again from that time to this day I 1 wonder if he ever gives a thought io what he left behind and I 1 start sometimes dream ag that I 1 hear A footstep in the wind it he had said one regretful word or I 1 had shed a tear he aou d not go alone about the world Is or I 1 it lonely here alas our hearts were full of angry bilde and lov e was cl aked in strife and so the style beyond the ye low grass standa straight across our life good avoris |