A Memorial Poem, read to the Associate Alumnae of the New York Normal College, June 30th, 1883.
I.
As when, pursued by some swift Wind and bold
Freed from the hollow dark Æolian hold,
A cloud across the face of heaven is blown,
And sunshine ceases from the fields, as mown
By that long shadow sweeping o’er the wold,
And the kind world turns cold—
So o’er our chosen day
Sails now a shadowing cloud that sweeps the sun away.