Grandma's shadow on the wall,
Bent this figure is, not tall;
Shadow in a rocking-chair,
Rocking gently,—now with care;
Now it nodding, nodding seems.
Do you think this shadow dreams
Of some shadows on the wall
Fifty years ago,—that's all?
ANNIE KNOWLTON PILLSBURY. Mount Holyoke.
~Bread and Wine.~
All day work in the shops,
The weary tread
Of toil that knows no change.
And this is bread.
At night when work is done,
Her hand in mine,
The hope of happier days,
And this is wine.
ELIZABETH REEVE CUTTER. Smith College Monthly.
~A Song.~
This I learned from the birds,
Dear heart,
And they told me in woodland words,
Apart,
And they told me true,
That all their singing the summer through
Was of you, of you.
This I learned from the flowers,
Dear heart,
In the dewy morning hours
Apart,
And they sware it, too,
That all their sweetness the summer through
Was for you, for you.
This I learned from the leaves,
Dear heart,
On stilly, starry eves
Apart,
Though their words were few,
That all their sighing the summer through
Was for you, for you.