GIOVINEZZA PERDUTA Certain men meeting me [It was down on the low still road There was shade broad and good, But I saw sun-shapes fly. And I and I Being vagrant, forsooth, And in first flush of youth Laughed, they entreating me : Soberly meeting me.] "Good sir, we pray : Has one passed you to-day?"— Cross the footway of me, 66 But no, surely no." They were sober and slow, And old: somewhat gray: And their caps had no tilt And their voices no lilt. So I answered them straight. "Was it she, who of late Drove by in state? The harness-trappings jingle I heard the footman swear aloud, Good sirs, speak!" And I leaned against the rail At the bridge there in the dale "Was it she? Good sirs, speak!" "No," they shook their two bald polls: 291 I noticed how a river rolls Unruddered twigs of flowery things And how a red-winged blackbird sings:— "No-who else went by to-day?" I, sharp with delay- Who ran by me in the shade, I called and told her she was fair, And she turned, and laughed, and ran ; -a man! It's not she that you would find." "No, not she.-Oh, you were blind Yet, now that we have come again And where he is, no soul has said. You must have known him, had you seen The dust behind him fleck the green! Fast he rode: the hoof-sounds went Like flashes of a firmament. And he was tall enough, and young And a song was on his tongue. Is the gay green cloak he wears With silver threads that crawl and creep. Ah, you must have lain asleep?" Their eyes had almost made me weep Had I not been so young and hard "Your pardon, sir,-we too have heard The song of many a pretty bird, But he - he was a friend indeed And shall be now. You gave no heed." Forth I ran. The daisies caught Errant steps of feet and thought. The crushed wild strawberries sent their sweet Of taste-like fragrance from my feet; And I saw where mountains met Far as sea's horizon's set The perfect curve of earth. Just then I stopped, and down the roadway glanced. And when I looked, the thing was gone, And up the steep road, and away. I was not pleased so with my day. Above, the high white clouds stirred by. Sun is too bright for such as he,- So I, lying in the grass Where the shadows pass and pass, A berry's ruddy globe I plucked: I saw them lingering at the mill Then I seemed to shut my heart. Forsooth! How civil-cruel were the truth At certain times! It was not youth Nor hard-souled heedlessness that I Called out "Good joy again!" My cry Scarce moved them, though they looked at me. "Good-day, sir." ("No, it is not he.") "You have not seen him, sirs, at all?" "Ah, no!"- It seemed as if a wall Of sudden mist before my eyes Arose as honest sorrows rise, I did not shout, and tell "I know With some heavy, thick-spun thing? For he is gone where youth is fled; -Good sirs, forgive me that I hold Perhaps I'll tell you all I know. Your friend? I saw him. Thus, and so." With such a thought, I ran away Still, I have wondered, many nights FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS. |