Glad roads of Spring?
Apart I stand, distraught with lone dismay,
No more Youth’s gladsome biddings to obey,
No more with him Love’s strewings lost to glean;
The hills of years now ever intervene,
And bid me say good-bye to you for aye,
Glad roads of Spring!
Saida
We passed along the high-road, you and I,
Though I remember not the place nor when;