Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we
The kindness, the dumbness, the good
Of laughter and farewell.
Beside the
Afar from those who said "Good-by" I write,
Far from my city task, my lawful load.
Sun in my face, wind beside my shoulder,
Streaming clouds, banners of new-born
Enchant me now.
The splendors growing
Make bold my soul for some new wise delight.
I write the day's event, and quench my drouth,
Pausing beside the spring with happy mind.
And now I feel those kisses on my mouth,
Hers most of all, one little friend most kind.
