Then I paused beneath the apple tree and drank from the old well.
Through my veins I felt the water coursing like a happy thought,
And a thousand recollections to my memory then it brought.
Recollections rushing to me swifter than an angel’s wing,
Recollections slipping from me as a pearl slips from a string.
Recollections that transfigured me into a little child,
And the halo shed around me was my father’s happy smile.
It was such a pretty picture Fancy held before my view,
I will turn the magic lantern so that you may see it, too.
It is springtime and the sugar trees have pitched their shady tent,