A MEMORY.
Long buried, that Elysian noon
When first I saw the wildering waste of sea,
And felt the call of rainbow wings a-flutter in my little soul—
That elfin music only childhood hears.
O barefoot days, the bickering rains have deluged all the years,
But still the wide blue wonder calls to me,
And some day I shall answer where the waves run wild,
Once more a happy child.
36 Woodland Street,
Hartford, Ct.,
January 17, 1921.