She that was Lucy Hall,—a charming girl,
The fairest of our schoolmates, with a heart
Light as her smile and fastened all upon
The boy that won her; yet her glances fell
Among us, right and left, like shooting stars
In clear October nights when winds are still.
“That year our Equinoctial came along
Ere the snow left us. Under mountain pines
White drifts lay frozen like the dead, and down
Through many a gorge the bristling hemlocks crossed