The path is overgrown, and through the grass,
Self-sown, the pansies from their border stray;
And thick athwart the door the ivy shade
Grows deeper day by day.

And such my life since you have left; the rain
Unheeded falls, the sun shines as of old,
But lingers not in all the dreary rooms
To touch your hair to gold.

And yet, a little vine of memory
Clings round the doorway where your garments swept;—
Close to the threshold where your footfall passed,
Forget-me-nots have crept.

Decorated board, $1.25. Library edition, cloth, $1.50. Inlaid leather and Japanese hand embroidery edition, $3.50. (Illustrated) Postage 10 cents


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The Master Road