OLD playmate, showering the way

O

With thick leaf storms in red and gold,

I’m only six years old to-day,

You’ve made me feel but six years old.

In yellow gown and scarlet hood

I whirled, a leaf among the rest,

Or lay within the thinning wood,

And played that you were Red-of-breast.

Old comrade, lift me up again;

Your arms are strong, your feet are swift,

And bear me lightly down the lane

Through all the leaves that drift and drift,

And out into the twilight wood,

And lay me softly down to rest,

And cover me just as you would

If you were really Red-of-breast.

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A Midday in Midsummer

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