How many times have we been
Just as I was about to make up a story for you!
One time it was because we suddenly saw a
Lighting his green lantern among the boughs of a fir-tree.
Marvellous!
Marvellous!
He is making for himselfA little tent of light in the darkness!
And one time it was because we saw a lilac lightning
Run wrinkling into the blue top of the mountain, —We heard boulders of thunder rolling down upon
And the plat-plat of drops on the window,
And we ran to watch the
Charging in wavering clouds across the long grass of the field!
Or at other times it was because we saw a
Slipping easily out of the sky and falling, far off,
Among pine-dark hills;
Or because we found a crimson
Darting in the cold grass!
These things interrupted us and left us wondering;
And the stories, whatever they might have been,
Were never told.
A fairy, binding a daisy down and laughing?
A golden-haired princess caught in a cobweb?
A love-story of long ago?
Some day, just as we are beginning again,
Just as we blow the first sweet note,
Death itself will interrupt us.
