This gracious presence from the Past!
She is my one fair Valentine
Through summer's glow, through winter's blast!
THE MARTINS
Slowly sinks the sun. The evening takes from night a deeper tone;
Birds on restless wing are wheeling with a grace and strength their own.
Martins! How your note reminds me of the days so long ago,
In the time when care or sorrow ne'er had touched me with their woe!