Poems (Helen Jenkins)/To S. W. Crosby

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TO S. W. CROSBY.
Dear Sybel, dost remember
Our happy, school-girl days,
When we were free and joyous
As the zephyr bland which strays
In each leaflet-nestled covert,
In those cosy wildwood bowers
Where we have together spent
Our wildest, merriest hours,
Chasing gay-winged butterflies,
In each grass-grown nook;
Weaving modest violets
Down by the babbling brook?
Then the trees, the birds and flowers
Made Earth seem an Eden fair.
Thinkest thou, dear friend, again
We shall be so free from care?


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