A REMINISCENCE
“C’etait en Avril, le Dimanche.”—Pailleron
’TWAS April; ’twas Sunday; the day was fair,—
Yes! sunny and fair.
And how happy was I!
You wore the white dress you loved to wear;
And two little flowers were hid in your hair—
Yes! in your hair—
On that day—gone by!
We sat on the moss; it was shady and dry;
Yes! shady and dry;
And we sat in the shadow.
We looked at the leaves, we looked at the sky;
We looked at the brook which bubbled near by,—
Yes! bubbled near by,
Through the quiet meadow.
A bird sang on the swinging vine,—
Yes! on the vine,—
And then,—sang not;
I took your little white hand in mine;
’Twas April; ’twas Sunday; ’twas warm sunshine,—
Yes! warm sunshine:
Have you forgot?
James Freeman Clarke.