From the Evening Public Ledger, June 17, 1915. By Edith Ives Woodworth.
I.
She came across the shining hill
Adown a golden lea,
Love lightened in her dewy eyes,
Love piped a melody.
Love led her to a silver space
Beneath a gray-leaved tree;
Dear Heaven! the wind tossed in her hair,
The sunlight touched her knee.
Ah, unforgotten morn of gold,
O river running free,
I thrilled to see her foam-white foot
When my love came to me.
II.
Night broods upon the gray-leaved bough
Around the shadowed door,
O dark is yon unlighted hill
And dull the reedy shore.
Nor will she pass upon the plain
As once she passed before,
Nor evermore her foam-white foot,
My starry love of yore.