page: 193
ONE SUMMER MORNING.
- IT is but a little while ago:
- The elm‐leaves have scarcely begun to drop away;
- The sunbeams strike the elm‐trunk just where they struck that day—
- Yet all seems to have happened long ago.
- And the year rolleth round, slow, slow:
- Autumn will fade to winter and winter melt in spring,
- New life return again to every living thing.
- Soon, this will have happened long ago.
- The bonnie wee flowers will blow;
- The trees will re‐clothe themselves, the birds sing out amain,—
- But never, never, never will the world look again
- As it looked before this happened—long ago!
