Perfuming all some sick-room, or passing on the street,
Then ... still the school-lamps flicker, and still the Lancers play,
And still the girls hold breathless to watch him go his way,
And still my child-heart quivers with that first ecstasy—
“Carnations are your flower!” my first love says to me!
Margaret Widdemer
A REMINISCENCE
It is so long gone by, and yet
How clearly now I see it all!
The glimmer of your cigarette,